Lyrics

Sometimes the girl who looks like she has everything together
is the same girl crying on the bathroom floor.
Pretty does not mean painless.
And glowing does not mean healed.

Lip gloss on, but my hands still shake
Gold in the mirror, but my heart still breaks
I learned how to smile when the room got loud
Learned how to shine so they wouldn’t ask how

Silk on my body, ache in my chest
Looking like peace when I needed rest
Everybody said, You look so alive
But nobody saw what I had to survive

I was the light in every room
Then went home to fight the dark
I was the girl with perfect skin
And bruises on the heart

I made beauty from the pain
But beauty doesn’t stop the rain

Pretty girls still cry
In rooms with golden lights
Diamonds on the mirror
Don’t make the wound polite

Pretty girls still break
Behind expensive eyes
You can wear a crown
And still not feel alright

Pretty girls still cry
Pretty girls still cry

I used to think if I looked divine
No one would notice I was losing my mind
If my body was smaller, if my face was clean
Maybe I’d become the girl I was trying to seem

But hunger is not healing, control is not grace
You can’t hate yourself into a safer place
I was chasing a version too fragile to hold
A paper-thin angel in a world made of stone

I was the dream they wanted near
The pretty thing with silent fear
I was praised for looking strong
While disappearing all along

I made beauty from the pain
But beauty doesn’t stop the rain

Pretty girls still cry
In rooms with golden lights
Diamonds on the mirror
Don’t make the wound polite

Pretty girls still break
Behind expensive eyes
You can wear a crown
And still not feel alright

Pretty girls still cry
Pretty girls still cry

Mascara in the sink
Prayers I couldn’t speak
Smiling through the ache
Trying not to need

Pretty girls still cry
Pretty girls still cry

You are not ungrateful because you are hurting.
You are not dramatic because you are tired.
You are not broken because beauty did not save you.

Sometimes the glow-up is not the healing.
Sometimes the glow-up is the armor
you wore until you were ready
to tell the truth.

I forgive the girl who starved for control
I forgive the girl who abandoned her soul
I forgive the girl who begged to be seen
Through perfect hair and a body too lean

I forgive the nights I hated my face
I forgive the fear I dressed up as grace
I forgive the mirror, I forgive the lies
I forgive the girl who still had to cry

Pretty girls still cry
In rooms with golden lights
Diamonds on the mirror
Don’t make the wound polite

Pretty girls still break
Behind expensive eyes
You can wear a crown
And still not feel alright

Pretty girls still rise
After endless nights
Soft heart, sharp mind
Learning how to survive

Pretty girls still cry
But pretty girls don’t die

I am not ashamed of the tears anymore.
They were not weakness.
They were water.
And I was learning how to live again.

Pretty girls still cry
But pretty girls don’t die
I rise