And now the lyrics:
Ugly is…
Broken is…
Different is…
the new beautiful.
Broken is…
Different is…
the new beautiful.
There are many names that the world has given me.
The weirdo, the loner, the weak, the outcast, the heretic.
If beauty is not talent, but being included, and harmoniously blooming into a flower, you can go do that.
I’m a monster.
The weirdo, the loner, the weak, the outcast, the heretic.
If beauty is not talent, but being included, and harmoniously blooming into a flower, you can go do that.
I’m a monster.
Yeah, so what if I limp, walk slow, or stop? (It’s ok)
So what if I’m a lot more behind than the expected result? (It’s ok)
So what if I become lonely because my dream is something that can’t be cheered on? (It’s ok)
You whisper behind my back.
What are you looking at?
So what if I’m a lot more behind than the expected result? (It’s ok)
So what if I become lonely because my dream is something that can’t be cheered on? (It’s ok)
You whisper behind my back.
What are you looking at?
You’re not ugly
The world’s standards are too high
You are beautiful.
You don’t know me, you can’t see me
It doesn’t matter, I like myself.
The world’s standards are too high
You are beautiful.
You don’t know me, you can’t see me
It doesn’t matter, I like myself.
You’re not weird,
The world’s standards are too straight.
We are beautiful.
We can be different, we can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
The world’s standards are too straight.
We are beautiful.
We can be different, we can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
The world’s fingers pointing at me, only trying to give me orders.
It’s an irregularity, not a foul play, so why am I the only one who gets a yellow card?
Not everyone is like Picasso just because they have a slanted, close view.
I’m me, you’re you, you look at me with different colours, only.
It’s an irregularity, not a foul play, so why am I the only one who gets a yellow card?
Not everyone is like Picasso just because they have a slanted, close view.
I’m me, you’re you, you look at me with different colours, only.
Yeah, so what if I act perverse, different, or wrong? (It’s ok)
So what if I offend those precious eyes of yours? (It’s ok)
So what if I’m attracted to unwelcomed love? (It’s ok)
Beautiful, ‘me’, [1] me, me. Not you.
So what if I offend those precious eyes of yours? (It’s ok)
So what if I’m attracted to unwelcomed love? (It’s ok)
Beautiful, ‘me’, [1] me, me. Not you.
You’re not ugly
The world’s standards are too high
You are beautiful.
You don’t know me, you can’t see me
It doesn’t matter, I like myself.
The world’s standards are too high
You are beautiful.
You don’t know me, you can’t see me
It doesn’t matter, I like myself.
You’re not weird,
The world’s standards are too straight.
We are beautiful.
We can be different, we can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
The world’s standards are too straight.
We are beautiful.
We can be different, we can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
I’m too different from my what you want me to be like.
Come closer.
I’m so beautiful.
I’m too different from my what you want me to be like.
Come closer
Look at me now!
Come closer.
I’m so beautiful.
I’m too different from my what you want me to be like.
Come closer
Look at me now!
We’re not wrong
We’re just different because we don’t like the obvious answers.
We are beautiful.
You can be different, you can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
We’re just different because we don’t like the obvious answers.
We are beautiful.
You can be different, you can go crazy.
Cuz we’re the new new new beautiful.
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Real is the new beautiful.
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