Pretty Isn’t The Point

[Verse 1]
Mascara smudged in the bathroom stall
Trying to copy someone on your feed
Pulled your sleeves past your shaking hands
Like hiding makes it easier to breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
But who told you that your worth
Is in the mirror
In a skirt?
Who sold you that small lie
You’ve been buying your whole life?
[Chorus]
You don’t have to be pretty to fit in
You’re not a shape they can squeeze you in
You’re not a face
You’re a heartbeat
You’re a mind
Turn their little box into a firework sign
You don’t have to be pretty to belong
You’re already loud
Already strong
Let them stare
Let them talk
You’ll still win
You don’t have to be pretty to fit in
[Verse 2]
Lunch tray shaking
Walking past their table
They rate each other like a stupid game
You trace the freckles on your own reflection
Wonder if different means “less than” or “brave”
[Pre-Chorus]
But every scar
Every laugh line
Is out here telling your timeline
You’re not a filter
Not a trend
You’re a story that won’t end
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Pull off the lashes
Let your eyes breathe
Kick off the shoes that were cutting your feet
Loosen that smile they told you to wear
You’re more than decoration
More than a dare [crescendo]
[full voice] You’re the thunder in the stands
Ink and music in your hands
You’re the joke that makes them bend
You’re the friend
You’re the friend
You’re the friend
[Chorus]

Bright, modern pop with a midtempo groove, clean electric guitars, and warm synth pads. Verses stay intimate with close-mic female vocals and light percussion; pre-chorus adds stacked harmonies and rising toms; chorus opens with big drums, gang vocals, and a catchy shout-along hook. Bridge strips to bass and claps before a final, triumphant chorus.