Shape lyrics

Once, somebody said my nose looks small from the left side of my head So, that's what I post on the internet All it takes is, once, some kid in math class likens you to a bus And, that's it, body dysmorphia But I'm sick of hating God for the shape I'm not And I'd trade every fight I fought for liking what I got My first boyfriend said I was beautiful every time we laid in bed Couldn't even try to believe it Spent the whole damn time thinking he was such a dick to be lying Couldn't even try to believe it But I'm sick of wasting time wanting what's not mine And I'd trade being mad at God for liking what I got Mm, mm-mm (oh-oh, oh-oh) Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me Don't be so pretty, pretty Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me Don't be so pretty, pretty Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me Don't be so pretty, pretty (hmm) Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me Don't be so pretty, pretty I'm sick of wasting time wanting what's not mine, ooh-ooh, ooh, ah-ah, ah, ah And I'd trade being mad at God for liking what I've got Oh, oh Liking what I got Mm, mm, mm-mm