UgLi - Why Be Pretty Lyrics

How can I know
The things that I don't
You can't be the same
When you're different than most
Do you know how it feels
To live with a ghost
Under the rug is my new winter coat
How would you find love
You don't fit in the box
You're mixing colors and shapes
I think you need to get off
Have you looked in the mirror
And started painting your face
Just to wipe off the fear
Because the smiles are fake
Why be pretty
When you could be me
Why be living
When you could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
I guess I'm just a freak
See the lumps in my throat
Cloak me in a disease
When the cure is a joke
I just want to explain
The things I never could say
How can I worry about tomorrow
When I died yesterday
Why be pretty
When you could be me
Why be living
When you could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
How does anyone know
I will never be sure
You can bathe me in milk
I will never be pure
My hands are tied to my face
And the pendulum's swinging
Who needs their balance when you're already dizzy
You could be me
You could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
Why be pretty
Why be pretty
Why
Why

How can I know
The things that I don't
You can't be the same
When you're different than most
Do you know how it feels
To live with a ghost
Under the rug is my new winter coat
How would you find love
You don't fit in the box
You're mixing colors and shapes
I think you need to get off
Have you looked in the mirror
And started painting your face
Just to wipe off the fear
Because the smiles are fake
Why be pretty
When you could be me
Why be living
When you could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
I guess I'm just a freak
See the lumps in my throat
Cloak me in a disease
When the cure is a joke
I just want to explain
The things I never could say
How can I worry about tomorrow
When I died yesterday
Why be pretty
When you could be me
Why be living
When you could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
How does anyone know
I will never be sure
You can bathe me in milk
I will never be pure
My hands are tied to my face
And the pendulum's swinging
Who needs their balance when you're already dizzy
You could be me
You could be free
Life is shitty
It could always get worse
Why be unlucky when you're already cursed
Why be pretty
Why be pretty
Why
Why