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 madе wrong
(Made wrong, made wrong)
I got a full me phobia
This party'd bе 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)