Question

Pretty Hurts

Ms. Third Ward, your first question

What is your aspiration in life?

Oh, well, my aspiration in life would be

To be happy



Mama said: You're a pretty girl

What's in your head, it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth

What you wear is all that matters



Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down, down



Pretty hurts

We shine the light on whatever's worst

Perfection is a disease of a nation

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Pretty hurts

We shine the light on whatever's worst

You're tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs a surgery



Blonder hair, flat chest

TV says bigger is better

South beach, sugar free

Vogue says thinner is better



Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down, down



Pretty hurts

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

We shine the light on whatever's worst

Perfection is a disease of a nation

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Pretty hurts

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

We shine the light on whatever's worst

You're tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs a surgery



Ain’t got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away

The pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body

It's my soul, it's my soul that needs surgery

It's my soul that needs surgery

Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far

Then you break when the fake façade leaves you in the dark

You left with shattered mirrors and the shards of a beautiful past



Pretty hurts

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

We shine the light on whatever's worst

Perfection is a disease of a nation

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Pretty hurts

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

We shine the light on whatever's worst

You're tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs a surgery



When you're alone all by yourself

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

And you're lying in your bed

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Reflection stares right into you

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Are you happy with yourself?

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

You stripped away the masquerade

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

The illusion has been shed

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Are you happy with yourself?

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)

Are you happy with yourself?

(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)



Yeah, yes

Aah, ah


Na 3° estrofe , no 2° verso, a música usa o verbo na 1° pessoa do plural ( nós) - "evidenciamos". Quem é o sujeito desta frase? Quem é este nós?​

Answer 1

Resposta:

O sujeito é oculto, e esse "nós" se refere a todos nós, a população que sofre com os padrões de beleza colocados pela sociedade.

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