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Is anyone there? Does anyone care? Is anyone listening to me instead? I'm careful what I say And careful what I do It rips me apart those little things you do So you lift my head And put away the pieces to my broken heart that's bent One thing I ask... Am I not beautiful enough for you? Am I not rich enough to make you happy? Am I not beautiful enough for you? And I've fallen out of reach Shoot it to me straight I can bear the shame Is that what you ask of me today I'm sick of all your lies Of the ones trapped inside You don't give a hint of what you're thinking So you take me by the hand And put away the pieces to my broken heart that's bent One thing I ask... But I don't care about those things Because I'm beauti-beautiful In God I'm beauti-beautiful From Letras Mania