| Too thin, too small
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| One day, I’ll fit in my jeans
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| Stretch marks, dark circles, under my eyes
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| But, no one wants to hear about that
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| I’m sick of putting labels on myself
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| Trying to fit in, trying to act like I’m somebody else
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| So I’m taking all this pressure off myself
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| I’m gonna say something for me, that’s real
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| It’s okay to be lost and feel lonely
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| Sometimes I just don’t know what I’m doing
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| One day, I’m beautiful, then I’m ugly
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| But those days, they remind me that I’m human
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| So go ahead and rip, tear me apart
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| 'Cause I’m not afraid of my flaws
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| If the scars on my skin make me ugly
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| Then let’s get ugly
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| Let’s get ugly
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| I know that they want, bright lights, highlights and contour on
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| Too scared, to be vulnerable
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| But when did we become afraid of that?
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| I’m tired of all the pretty little lies
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| Don’t need a thousand likes
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| To know we’re still beautiful inside
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| It’s time to have the time of our lives
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| And say something real
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| It’s okay to be lost and feel lonely
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| Sometimes I just don’t know what I’m doing
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| One day I’m beautiful, then I’m ugly
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| But those days, they remind me that I’m human
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| So go ahead and rip, tear me apart
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| 'Cause I’m not afraid of my flaws
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| If the scars on my skin make me ugly
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| Then let’s get ugly
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| Let’s get ugly
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| I’m a recipe for disaster
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| Or I could be the recipe for, the happiest ever after
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| I’m a recipe for disaster
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| I could be the recipe for, the happiest ever after
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| It’s okay to be lost and feel lonely
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| Sometimes I just don’t know what I’m doing
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| One day, I’m beautiful, then I’m ugly
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| But those days, they remind me that I’m human
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| So go ahead and rip, tear me apart
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| 'Cause I’m not afraid of my flaws
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| If the scars on my skin make me ugly
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| Then let’s get ugly
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| Let’s get ugly
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| Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Let’s get ugly
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| Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Oh, ugly |