text: When I was on, when I was on stage and I was thinking of...
  I felt like I know, I know him though
  And I know that, and I know his heart
  And I know what he wouldnt do to hurt me
  But I didnt realize that I-I-I feeling so confident
  Feeling so great about myself
  And then it just be completely shattered
  By one thing, by something so stupid
  But then you make me feel crazy
  You make me feel like its my fault
  I was in pain
  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
  Blonder hair, flat chest
  TV says bigger is better
  South beach, sugar free
  Vogue says thinner is better
  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
  We try to fix something
  But you cant fix what you cant see
  Its the soul that needs the 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 past
  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
  When youre alone all by yourself
  And youre lying in your bed
  Reflection stares right into you
  Are you happy with yourself?
  You stripped away the masquerade
  The illusion has been shed
  Are you happy with yourself?
  Are you happy with yourself?