I used to know a girl that was me
Who was scared,
But was not weak
But she hid herself
Deep inside
Ashamed of something
Of who knows what?
I guess we all have something to hide'
She only wanted him to think she was beautiful
She was beautiful.
She caught his eye
He held her hand
So fragile'
She inevitably made a mistake
And gave him her heart
So he would tell her she was beautiful
She was beautiful.
I don't think she ever believed him
When he told her that he loved her
And I doubt it really mattered to her anyway'
Its an indescribable feeling
When someone even pretends to want you
She just wanted to hear she was beautiful
She was beautiful.
She knew it wasn't suppose to happen like it did
Her loss of innocence merely a compromise
So she could stop hearing herself say 'no'
And she could start hearing that she was beautiful.
She didn't feel beautiful.
She laid alone there on her bedroom floor
Trying to make herself believe
He'd be back
She knew he would never be back'
And there grew this overwhelming need
For her to hear what it was
She was always longing to hear'
But no one would tell her she was beautiful'
Was she still beautiful?
She hid deep inside again
Self-destroying
And self reviving
Until she was everything
She thought was perfect
Or perfect enough for her at least
She got what she wanted
One by one they told her she was beautiful
Though she knew, they, like her, never thought she was beautiful.
And after each one She would lie alone
It was no use trying to make believe anymore
They wouldn't call back'
And her desire to hear she was beautiful
Was no longer fulfilling
Because her emptiness grew each time it was said
She knew she wasn't beautiful She wasn't beautiful.