Can you stop now? You're ugly when you cry With your two eyes You couldn't if you tried What a mess you're in What a mess you got yourself into And your pillow It keeps you up at night In your daymares You lose all your rights They fought for without you They fought for without you, When you were young In a perfect world, This wouldn't be what it is Every boy and girl Could live how they'd live No distraction pollution On a metronome And the witch of the West Would go right back home In a perfect world In a perfect world In a perfect world In a perfect world Stop hitting yourself Never gets old From this perspective, you see Until it gets too close It's uncomfortable To watch you beat yourself down Rivalry is the acid of life Irony is what makes us feel fine It's all a fad, to make us feel less bad Ain't it? But I'm not that girl I won't make you feel bad I'm a hypocrite too But there's a limit to stupid The dream, oh the dream You've been working on Is getting lucid It's getting ugly The dream, oh the dream You've been working on Is getting lucid It's getting ugly The dream, oh the dream You've been working on Is getting lucid It's getting ugly The dream, oh the dream You've been working on Is getting lucid It's getting ugly