

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:33
No
2/1/2026