i'm not on the cover of a
magazine
or in any stupid
movie scenes
and maybe i don't always
dress pristine
but that's all right
maybe i am
kinda flat
and i sometimes like to
wear a hat
and no body's saying
"get with that"
but that's all right
cause i'm perfect in my own way
i don't have to care what others say
beauty comes from within anyway
oh yeah
some times i
might get mad
but when i smile i'm
oh so glad
and every now and then
i get sad
but that's all right
and yeah i
love the stars
and i don't want to
go to bars
dancing by myself
in the car
and that's all right
cause i'm perfect in my own way
i don't have to care what others say
beauty comes from within anyway
oh yeah
some people say you need to be
this and that
i say just be yourself
you won't regret it
and if anyone
else gets mad
tell them it's your life~
cause i'm perfect in my own way
i don't have to care what others say
beauty comes from within anyway
oh yeah

when all you want out of me is my body
and all i want out of you is something to do
that's when this becomes wrong
when i'm just a book for you to read
and you're just a reason to stay awake
that's when this becomes wrong
when i only give you what you want
and all that you provide is peace
that's when this becomes wrong
when all i am is clay in your hands
and i'm still no piece of artwork
that's when this becomes wrong
and when it's not over
but it's long gone done
that's when this is definitely wrong

when i was little
i always liked being alone
i never thought anything of it
it just happened that way
i liked hiding away
being with my thoughts
finding my own cubby or
creating my own fort
all for me to be alone in
and as i got older
i wanted more people
but i didn't get the attention i wanted
so i began to hide away again
trying to find some comfort in my aloneness
and eventually i did
but part of me still wanted people
so i couldn't be around people too long
one day of school
soon as i got home
i had to be alone
no one told me this was something
that happens to many people
no one told me that
maybe i wouldn't have been this way
maybe i wouldn't worry
about what other people
saw
thought
said
as much
if i hadn't always been
alone

Who convinced me that I wasn't beautiful
Who convinced me that I wasn't enough
Was it me or a past ghost I no longer remember because it was painful enough to block it out but also painful enough to let it control my thoughts
Who convinced me of all the negative things about me
I'm beautiful and because of that person I can no longer always see that
Yes sometimes I can dance in front of the mirror and laugh at myself
But other times staring into the mirror makes me cry
Why did I let this person convince me of such terrible things
How could I have let someone like this in back then
And why can't I let anyone better than that person in now

I don't know who I am
Sometimes I don't know who I want to be
But I know who I'm not
And I know who I don't want to be
And that is much more important if you ask me

Do you feel freakin worthless all the time?
Do you sometimes wish that you weren't mine?
Do you want some other mountains to climb?
I'm sorry.
Do you ever get stuck in your head?
Does it take you hours to go to bed?
Do you think about what I said?
I'm sorry.
Are you doing okay?
Do you really feel that way?
What am I supposed to say?
I'm sorry.
Am I getting on your nerves?
Do you know what you deserve?
Do I not have enough curve?
I'm sorry.
Are you sure I'm what you want?
Don't I not have enough front?
Do you need a different font?
I'm sorry.
I know I don't understand
Dear, please just take my hand
I know I can be so insecure
But please show me the truth
Let me fall right back to you
Show me who it is that you still adore

It crawls up my spine
And whispers in my ear
It tells me so many things
I don't want to hear
It says you hate me
And you always have
It says I'm worthless
That I'm stupid and bad
It says I have
No talents at all
It tells me that
You think I'm too tall
It tells me that
I'm not what you want
It makes me think
What you say is a front
It tells me that
I'm not good enough for you
Oh the things
It puts me through
And what can I do
When that's all I hear?
All these horrid things
Whispered in my ear
And could I tell you
What the voice says
Or would you leave me
Because of my head
You say you want to help
But I'm filled with fear
Because what if I scare
You away one day, Dear
Insecurities.