Ugly In My Own Eyes

[Verse 1]
She draws a line in the mirror
Circling every little flaw she finds
Pulls her hoodie like armor
Says
"Guess I’m just the wrong design"
Friends posting perfect angles
She scrolls till her chest gets tight
Thinks
"If I could trade this body
Maybe I could sleep at night"
[Chorus]
But I’m ugly in my own eyes
Even when you say I’m fine
I don’t feel it
I don’t feel it
I’m tired of waking up like this
Heart heavy
Hands like fists
I feel like shit
I feel like I don’t fit
In my own skin
[Verse 2]
She counts the things she wishes
Sharper jaw
A smaller waist
Deletes another picture
Like erasing her own face
Every compliment cuts her
‘Cause she swears you’re being kind
"You don’t see what I see
You don’t live inside my mind"
[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m ugly in my own eyes
Even when you say I’m fine
I don’t feel it
I don’t feel it
I’m tired of waking up like this
Heart heavy
Hands like fists
I feel like shit
I feel like I don’t fit
In my own skin
[Bridge]
What if I’m wrong about me?
What if I’ve believed a lie so long it feels like truth?
What if I could learn to stay
When I see my face and not look away
(not look away, not look away)
[Chorus]
I’m still ugly in my own eyes
But I’m asking you to stay this time
Till I feel it
Till I feel it
I’m so tired of hating this
Every bruise and scar I missed
I feel like shit
But maybe I could sit
In my own skin
Just one more minute in
My own skin

Sparse piano ballad with intimate female vocals, close-mic’d and fragile. First verse stays almost spoken, barely-there chords and subtle reverb. Chorus swells gently with warm pads and soft string quartet, plus delicate background harmonies on key phrases. Bridge climbs in intensity with tremolo strings and a distant tom build, then drops back to a whisper for the final chorus., ballad, sad