Self Dysmorphia Songtext
von Mckenna Grace

Cherry lip, apocalypse
The world ends at her perfect hips
The 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)


Hm, I wonder why? (Why?)
(Dysmorphia)
Hm, I wonder why? (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 tryna 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)


Hm, I wonder why?
(Dysmorphia)
Hmm, I wonder why?
(Made wrong, made wrong)

Dysmorphia