If I was more pretty, would you be less blind
If I had more fame, could I leave this behind
If I could talk to the people I've lost
Would they be proud of who I am
Or would they call me soft
If you monetize my tears, if you stole away my teenage years
Would my suffering be useful then
If you comment on my body and everything about me, then who am I to deny
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
I'm sick and tired of waiting for an ounce of respect
When I know that if I were a man, I'd have an opposite effect
And I know that I may sound whiny and dramatic
But I'm not gonna be plastic
If you monetize my tears, if you stole away my teenage years
Would my suffering be useful then
If you comment on my body and everything about me, then who am I to deny
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
And I can't help how not what everyone wants me to be
Every time I meet someone new, I lose another piece of me
They'll say my paycheck is for makeup and to save for plastic surgery
Foundation covers bruises, but scars still bleed
If you monetize my tears, if you stole away my teenage years
Would my suffering be useful then
If you comment on my body and everything about me, then who am I to deny
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify
Beautify