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