This is another PRE-TDL diary song entry of Emily Kennard! She needs a hug lmao Shavacado.
Lyrics [Intro – pitched-up] Mirror, mirror, tell me lies, Make me perfect in your eyes… (Pretty hurts… but so do I…) [Verse 1] I woke up pixelated, Ego overstated, Filters on my face like I’m afraid to be outdated. Everyone is watching, Scrolling, never stopping— Smile wider, cry quieter, Girl, your glitch is showing, darling. [Pre-Chorus – stuttered vocals] H-h-hide the cracks, B-b-blur the facts, Plastic heart Under bubble-wrap— I’m fine, I swear, I’m fine, I SWEAR— (But no one ever notices, No one ever cares.) [Chorus] Pretty hurts, babe— But so do I. I break in silence, You call it “shine.” Yeah, pretty hurts, babe— And I won’t lie: I bleed in glitter When I cry. (Glitch— glitch— glitch—) But so do I. [Post-Chorus – pitched, chopped] I-I-I’m flawless (no I’m not), Perfect princess (photoshopped). C-c-can’t you see it in my eyes? Pretty hurts But so do— I-I-I-I… [Verse 2] Staring at the timeline, Everyone’s a gold mine— But I’m just a landmine Dressed in pink and white highlights. Smile for the camera, Miss America’s propaganda, My ribs are made of fairy lights, But they flicker when they can’t handle ya. [Pre-Chorus – glitch break] Bless this mess— Dress to impress— Heart compressed Under the stress. I’m fine, I swear, I’m fine, I SWEAR— (I’m lying through my perfect hair.) [Chorus] Pretty hurts, babe— But so do I. I break in silence, You call it “shine.” Yeah, pretty hurts, babe— And I won’t lie: I bleed in glitter When I cry. (Glitch— glitch— glitch—) But so do I. [Bridge – dreamy then distorted] Soft like a daydream, Sharp when you touch— They say I’m “so dramatic,” Guess I feel too much. Maybe I’m beautiful, Maybe I’m tired— Maybe perfection Is just getting me wired. *(distorted scream: “WIRED— WIRED— WIRED—”) * [Final Chorus – doubled & chaotic] Pretty hurts, babe— But so do I. You call it flawless, But that’s a lie. Yeah, pretty hurts, babe— I won’t deny: My smile’s a weapon In disguise. (Glitch— glitch— glitch—) But so do I. [Outro – pitch-shifted down] Pretty hurts… But so do I. (This diary’s a lie.)
