Do you ever wonder why I only show up in blurry photographs Why I feel I have to hide When others' perceptions give me panic attacks So when I am out, I'm out behind trees I'll hide in the forest where I can be free Maybe to you it sounds a little strange But maybe I can't be A supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl Maybe I wanna be A cryptid, maybe I don't wanna exist in this world When everyone's comments turn into scars When everyone lies and says: Be who you are What if I wanna be a cryptid Maybe my ideal body is Bigfoot's Do you think that I'd still hate my body If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky? I don't think anybody's words would matter When I could swoop down and kill them from 30 feet high So when I feel sad I'll screech in the night Confuse all my neighbors and give them a fright Then wonder why they think I'm a little strange Maybe I can't be A supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl Maybe I wanna be A cryptid, maybe I don't wanna exist in this world When everyone's comments turn into scars When everyone lies and says: Be who you are What if I wanna be a cryptid Maybe my ideal body is mothman's Lately, I've been putting the cry in cryptid Wishing I could melt into swamps Beady red eyes can't see beauty standards And stealing someone's skin would hide all my flaws Maybe I can't be A supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl Maybe I wanna be A cryptid, maybe I don't wanna exist in this world When everyone's comments turn into scars When everyone lies and says: Be who you are What if I wanna be a cryptid Maybe my ideal body is mothman's