Lyrics: Hrag Sanbalian/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/McKenna Grace
Music: Hrag Sanbalian/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/McKenna Grace
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 madะต wrong (Made wrong, made wrong)
I got a full me phobia
This party'd bะต 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 Iโm 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)