Beauty is subjective, yes,
But something is beautiful about you.
I find his laugh charming.
I find her eyes breathtaking.
What about me?

Why can’t I take that same practice,
And preach it to myself?
Sure, beauty is found within.
But what’s the point in that,
If in the end you still hate your looks.

We worry so much about others beauty
That we can never focus on our own.
Find something about yourself that is beautiful
Each day, for a week.
How much will that change your mind?

If only he'd notice me.
If only he'd look my way.
If only he'd look past my insecurities,
And be mine one day.
His beauty astounds me,
makes me think twice.
And when those gorgeous eyes meet mine,
It only makes me think thrice.
About why I bother,
When he's clearly hotter.
And worth more than the love of a dreaming girl.

Eternal life is on the tray.  
Your youthful cast has gone astray.
At the very least, this is what they say.
We all bleed, just in a different way;
regardless of the price you pay
so why endure another day
dilapidated, if I may?

Casting a long shadow
over his face
she said in a tone
that was rather plain

"I would have loved you my dear
hadn't your wretched looks intertwined"