Self Dysmorphia
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 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)
Hmm, 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)
Hmm, I wonder why?
(Made wrong, made wrong)
(Dysmorphia)
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 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)
Hmm, 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)
Hmm, I wonder why?
(Made wrong, made wrong)
(Dysmorphia)
Credits
Writer(s): Mckenna Grace, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Hrag Sanbalian
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