I don't wish to be defined by my beauty
You might not really like me if you knew me
Seasons changed and the wind blew free
Pretty women hold pain, one day you'd see

They smile during rainstorms and cry in the sun
Within the angel is a fully loaded gun
Shoot the arrow, mind is narrow
and while it's easy to find comfort in the curves of her smile
Soul is eternal while beauty just lasts a while.

I don't want my beauty to define me
If you really knew me you wouldn't like me