This Beauty

When your words come to 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 laugh theres 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 theres something I will 
always lack. And maybe just maybe an imperfected me will 
not be seen.

But I'll go on, yes I will be, And I'll be strong, 
fortunatley this beauty's not clear to me to me to me to me
 to me 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 theres something I 
will always lack.

And maybe just maybe just maybe this beauty will be clearer
 to me. to me. to me.