Letra de This Beauty
When your words
Come too 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 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
An imperfected me
Will not be seen

But I'll go on silently
and I'll be strong fortunately

This beauty is not clear to me
This beauty is not clear 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...

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
This beauty will be clearer to me, to me, to me...


(Thanks to ditbooking for correcting these lyrics)