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
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
Dysmorphia
