I've been brought done
a lot of times in my life
the only time when someone
said beautiful to me
is when they saw me dressed pretty
My loved ones don't mouth this word
So to me it goes unheard
It's foreign and alien
To me i'm much opposite, so different
So what is beautiful?
is it in the eyes of every living thing
Is it in the lyrics
when people sang
is it in the people who dream
or those whom wear
materialistic things
I look in the mirror and i see a girl
staring right back at me
daring to be different
if I wasn't seen pretty
All of my exes have called me beautiful
but they lied and lied again
So what is it to me
when now i don't believe them
And I finally have someone
who loves me truly
that calls me beautiful all the time
Even though i try to deny
He lifts my chin
and looks me in the eye
And saids "you're so beautiful
that you are my muse"
With defeat i have no choice but to believe
That inside and out i'm beautiful
