Just a Real Girl

[Verse 1] She used to laugh with coffee on her breath Hair all fucked up, wearin’ one of my sweatshirts Now she’s poutin’ in a bathroom mirror Tellin’ strangers to “be kind” while she edits herself Your smile don’t even move the same now Your eyes quit showin’ up a long damn time ago Everybody says you’re gorgeous these days Funny… you looked a hell of a lot happier before ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Every post says “love yourself” From a rented beach and a borrowed life You say, “Don’t judge me, I’m just growin’.” Hell… I miss the version that wasn’t performin’. ⸻ [Chorus] She’s just a real girl In a plastic world Scrollin’ all night, hopin’ somebody notices Spendin’ thousands just to hate herself slower You say you want a man who loves your soul Then bury it under another damn procedure You’re still a real girl… Just gettin’ harder to find. ⸻ [Verse 2] New lips. New nose. New jawline. Cool. Guess next month’s face is already booked. That “I woke up like this” look? Took three appointments and a payment plan. Six filters deep and scared of daylight Can’t remember when you looked in a mirror Without tryin’ to fix somethin’. Girl… Your face wasn’t the thing that was broken. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You keep sayin’ you’re finally happy. Bullshit. Happy people don’t spend four hours editin’ one picture. Your smile looks expensive. It just doesn’t look real anymore. ⸻ [Chorus] She’s just a real girl In a plastic world Cryin’ behind another perfect picture Hopin’ somebody sees through it You say you want somebody to love your scars Hell… Most people don’t even know what you actually look like now. You’re still a real girl… Just hidin’ behind receipts. ⸻ [Bridge] I ain’t angry. I’m just sad as hell. We traded awkward laughs for influencer poses. We traded personality for engagement. The algorithm got rich… And somehow everybody else ended up lonely. ⸻ [Breakdown – Spoken] You keep sayin’ this is confidence. Then why does every compliment expire in twenty-four hours? Why’s every mirror still losin’ the argument? Damn… Even your phone’s tired of lookin’ at you. ⸻ [Final Chorus] She’s just a real girl In a plastic world Beggin’ somebody to say she’s enough Every new change buys about two weeks Then the doubt comes back collectin’ interest. You wanted people to see you. Now nobody knows which version showed up. You’re still that same girl… You just keep photoshoppin’ her out of the picture. ⸻ [Outro] I think she’s still in there. The girl with crooked teeth. The loud laugh. The bad jokes. The hoodie two sizes too big. She didn’t need perfect. She just needed to quit lettin’ strangers tell her she wasn’t enough. Hell… That girl was the prettiest one all along.