This beauty

This beauty
When your words... come to easily for me to believe
And this paint goes on too thinly to peel away.
I will find a silver lining sometime.
Blur my vision and I'll be fine.
And I'll be fine

Burn the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me.
With every smile and every laugh there´s something I will
4 always lack.
And maybe, just maybe
an imperfected me will not be seen.
When your words burn forever in my mind
and those greens and those blues seem too perfect to be true,
I will light a fire every time I think to myself,
I will be fine, I will be fine.
Burn the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me.
With every smile and every laugh there´s something I will always lack. And maybe just maybe, just maybe
An imperfected me will not be seen.
But I'll go on, yes I will be,
And I'll be strong, fortunatley
This beauty's not clear to me, to me, to me
To me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me...

Burn the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me,
With every smile and every laugh there´s something I will
always lack.
And maybe, just maybe, just maybe
This beauty will be clearer to me. to me. to me....