Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Me.
Beautiful on the inside is the real women. Most of the time she keeps her feelings to her self, she thinks to her self why should I say a word. He want listen to me any way, she fells so alone. Beautiful, is she? At this point she doesn't fell that she's Beautiful, nothing about her is, so she thinks. Beautiful looks at her self every thing looks good on , the out side and that's all he looks at anyway, when will he ever really look at me. The inside of me is were my Beauty lives! She covers up with make up too much lipstick and puts on the wrong outfit. She tells her self this time he will look at me different, but then again why should I care. I'm Beautiful on the inside, its my inside that screams! But I shut it down, I shut it down quickly! I keep it locked up within myself, I know that is not right but what can I do? I'm in to deep, he doesn't even look to see the hurt in my eyes or hear the sound of ...