text: Mama said, Youre a pretty girl
  Whats in your head, it doesnt matter
  Brush your hair, fix your teeth
  What you wear is all that matters
  Just another stage
  Pageant the pain away
  This time Im gonna take the crown
  Without falling down, down, down
  Pretty hurts
  We shine the light on whatevers worst
  Perfection is a disease of a nation
  Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
  Pretty hurts
  We shine the light on whatevers worst
  Tryna fix something
  But you cant fix what you cant see
  Its the soul that needs a surgery
  Ain’t got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away
  The pains inside and nobody frees you from your body
  Its the soul, its the soul that needs surgery
  Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
  Then you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark
  You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful girl
  A beautiful girl
  Pretty hurts
  We shine the light on whatevers worst
  Perfection is a disease of a nation
  Pretty hurts, pretty hurts
  Pretty hurts
  We shine the light on whatevers worst
  Tryna fix something
  But you cant fix what you cant see
  Its the soul that needs a surgery