[MUSIC- VERITONES, "PRETTY HURTS"]
(VOCALIZING)
Mama said you're a pretty girl.
What's in your head?
It doesn't matter.
Brush your hair, fix your teeth.
What you wear, it's all that matters.
Just another stage.
Pageant the pain away.
This time, I'm gonna take the crown without falling down, down, down.
Pretty hurts.
Shine the light on whatever's worse.
Perfection is a disease of a nation.
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts.
Pretty hurts.
Shine the light on whatever's worse.
Try to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see.
It's the soul that needs a surgery.
(VOCALIZING)
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, I'm gonna take the crown without falling down, down, down.
Pretty hurts.
Shine a light on whatever's worse.
Perfection is a disease of a nation.
Pretty hurts.
Pretty oh-woah.
Pretty hurts.
You're trying fix something but you can't fix what you can't see.
It's the soul that needs a surgery.
Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away.
The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body.
It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery.
It's the soul that needs surgery.
Plastic smiles and denials can only take you so far.
And you break when the paper sign leaves you in dark.
You left a shattered mirror and the shards of a beautiful past.
Pretty hurts.
Disease of a nation.
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts.
When you're alone all by yourself, and you're lying in your bed.
Shine a light on whatever's worse.
Reflection stares right into you.
Are you happy with yourself?
It's just a way to masquerade.
The illusion has been shed.
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes.
(VOCALIZING)