Miss Third Wards your first question. What is your aspiration in life?. Oh My aspiration in life. Would be to be happy. 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 is all that matters. Just another stage. Pageant the pain away. This time I'm gonna take the crown. Without falling down down. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something. But you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the surgery. 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. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something. But you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the 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 that needs surgery. It's my soul that needs surgery. Plastic smiles and denial. Can only take you so far. And you break. When the paper sign leaves you in the dark. You left a shattered mirror. And the shards of a beautiful girl. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts. We shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something. But you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the surgery. When you'r alone all by yourself. And you're lying in your bed. 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?. Are you happy with yourself?. Yes