**(This is another song I wrote>>)**

She’s lookin’ at a horrid beast, thinkin’

“What does she even mean to me?”

Can’t keep pretending

She likes what she sees

‘Cause every time she looks at her

Reflection its ugly

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Look at her too big nose

Wish she didn’t have to wear bigger

Clothes

Can’t she ever fit in?

No, what fantasy does she live in?

—Not there’s and she knows

Perfect is for princesses

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Ding dong

Called the number

Tryna see if they can fix her

But they turned her away

Said she really really needed

This

But nobody’s goddamn listenin’

And she can’t take it

All she wants is to be like them

Them and their pretty friends

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Look at her crooked smile

And her nails aren’t even filed

Can’t she ever fit in?

Blotchy faces ain’t it

And she can’t take that

Perfect is for princesses

-

What is this?

Please help her

She’s drowning her her own self

Self-loathing

Self-hating

Self-mocking

Personality doesnt matter, it’s

Put on another shelf

She’s pretty people tell her or

Maybe they just don’t

Doesn’t matter

She wants to change her

But she’s stuck and she hates her

So she never takes a compliment

Or maybe she’s searchin’ for one

Single person that has somethin’

Good to say

I can tell you pleasing the crowd

Isn’t gonna work out for you, babe

‘Cause perfect people dont exist

And “perfect princesses” just fake it

But oh—

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Look at the way she glows

The way she hides and nobody knows

She’s pretty

She’s special

She’s wealthy

Respectable

But you don’t know!

The real reason why she picks on

You is ‘cause she picks on herself

Why can’t we all get along and worry

Less about ourselves?

Because perfect people don’t exist

And the idea of good appearance is

Just as manipulative.