She's just a girl, who doesn't know she's already beautiful
Story of a girl who lost her world, so she could be beautiful...
Fifteen, so sweet, you'd think,
But she's got a secret.
Made up her mind,
The day she came to find-out that he left
I Guess there's another girl
This time blue eyes, blonde hair
She'll do anything to catch his eye
But she knows she'll never compare
Skips school, wont eat, can barely sleep
Takes drastic measure.
Runs seven miles a day in the sun
Wearing a sweater
She turns the radio on so no one hears what she's doing.
Cuz she's convinced herself he'll come back to her, when she's perfect.
She's just a girl, who doesn't know she's already beautiful.
One year ago, if you had seen her you would never know
This would be her only out, for every time she's broken down, and hates herself,
For everything that's wrong in life,
looks in the mirror to criticized,
she'd rather be beautiful than alive.
Nineteen, one shrink, two times a week, but nothings changing.
Mom cries at night-for her life, cuz she knows she's fading.
She's tried to turn around, but she's too far in the wrong direction
Wasn't s'pose to be this way, all she wanted was some affection.
She's just a girl, who doesn't know she's already beautiful.
Five years ago, if you had seen her you would never know
This would be her only out, for every time she's broken down, and hates herself,
For everything that's wrong in life,
Nineteen, one shrink, two times a week, but nothings changing.
Mom cries at night-for her life, cuz she knows she's fading.
She's tried to turn around, but she's too far in the wrong direction
Wasn't s'pose to be this way, all she wanted was some affection.
She's just a girl, who doesn't know she's already beautiful.
Five years ago, if you had seen her you would never know
This would be her only out, for every time she's broken down, and hates herself,
For everything that's wrong in life,
looks in the mirror to criticized,
she'd rather be beautiful than be alive.
Twenty three,
Now she's buried
Underneath red roses.
I'm gonna miss her
And I hope someone learns from this
Maybe she's happy now
Maybe she's finally free
Of not feeling good enough,
And maybe she's rid of her disease.
She's just a girl, who didn't feel like she was beautiful
Seven years ago, if you had seen her you would never know.
This would be her only out, for every time she's broken down, and hates herself,
For everything that's wrong in life,
Twenty three,
Now she's buried
Underneath red roses.
I'm gonna miss her
And I hope someone learns from this
Maybe she's happy now
Maybe she's finally free
Of not feeling good enough,
And maybe she's rid of her disease.
She's just a girl, who didn't feel like she was beautiful
Seven years ago, if you had seen her you would never know.
This would be her only out, for every time she's broken down, and hates herself,
For everything that's wrong in life,
looks in the mirror to criticized,
she'd rather be beautiful than be alive
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