Cherry lip, apocalypse The world ends at her perfect hips Sweetest smile on the internet How could I compete with that? God perfected and I'm defective They say beauty's just subjective Guess I never got the message Call it Instagram depression
Don't be critical, I'm so miserable I compare myself to all this physical All things digital, pretty on a screen I wish that was me
I got self dysmorphia (Dysmorphia) A constant reminder I was madе wrong (Made wrong, made wrong) I got a full me phobia This party'd bе better with me, me gone (Me gone, me gone)
Hmm, I wonder why (Dysmorphia) Ugh, I wonder why (Made wrong, made wrong)
Dirty mirror on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? It's not me But I could find a billion girls to fit that type And I'm just typecast as the friend I'll make you laugh, but not the prettiest I keep trying to work on me But you can't photograph a personality
Don't be critical, I'm so miserable I compare myself to all this physical All things digital, pretty on a screen I wish that was me
I got self dysmorphia (Dysmorphia) A constant reminder I was made wrong (Made wrong, made wrong) I got a full me phobia This party'd be better with me, me gone (Me gone, me gone)
Hmm, I wonder why (Dysmorphia) Ugh, I wonder why (Made wrong, made wrong)