Beauty and beast how can I hope to have you in this life that I call my own I see in the mirror the chaos I bestow my shoulders weighing them down as I think to myself can the beauty feel sorrow I can so easily taste I look up to my ceiling to see the blank space as the chaos lifts from my shoulders I feel hands lifting it away I can finally see a reflection of my smile so why isn't my beauty with my smile as I fall to nothingness not even by her guiding hand of dream do I have her