the meaning of beautiful
Beautiful… it’s a rare word these days
Now it is meant in different ways
But what does it mean to you?
Not sure… I’ll give you some clues
Covering your face with a mask of makeup
Making sure no one can see you beneath
Worrying what they think of you
When you’re awake and asleep
Trying to impress that one boy
With all your looks and skills
Then only get your heart ripped out
By his hand that you never thought would kill
Are you in the shadow of the friend at your side?
Blocking you out of sight
She got the crowd and is strong and proud
You think “I want that kind of light”
Of course there is a lot more
But I don’t want to be a bore
I want you to ask yourself...
Am I beautiful?
What makes you special?
What makes you kind?
Are you as soft as a petal?
Or as sharp as a rose vine?
Have you broken a heart?
Have you saved a special soul?
For you is it in the past?
Or lingers as the world unfolds?
Maybe it was never meant to be
You and him.. you and her..
And they say I told you so
It blind us from what we truly see
From how much it can really show
But then you say to me
“How would you know?”
I reply to you
“There are many things I know”
My heart has been broken
My heart has been fixed
It won’t be the last time
That it will fall to bits
Do I feel loved?
Why yes I do
The different is with my love
I know that it is true
So who needs love?
And who needs care?
You and me most of all
And everyone out there
So Am I beautiful?
Well I guess so
But what makes me beautiful
Is the people I love and truly know
Now it is meant in different ways
But what does it mean to you?
Not sure… I’ll give you some clues
Covering your face with a mask of makeup
Making sure no one can see you beneath
Worrying what they think of you
When you’re awake and asleep
Trying to impress that one boy
With all your looks and skills
Then only get your heart ripped out
By his hand that you never thought would kill
Are you in the shadow of the friend at your side?
Blocking you out of sight
She got the crowd and is strong and proud
You think “I want that kind of light”
Of course there is a lot more
But I don’t want to be a bore
I want you to ask yourself...
Am I beautiful?
What makes you special?
What makes you kind?
Are you as soft as a petal?
Or as sharp as a rose vine?
Have you broken a heart?
Have you saved a special soul?
For you is it in the past?
Or lingers as the world unfolds?
Maybe it was never meant to be
You and him.. you and her..
And they say I told you so
It blind us from what we truly see
From how much it can really show
But then you say to me
“How would you know?”
I reply to you
“There are many things I know”
My heart has been broken
My heart has been fixed
It won’t be the last time
That it will fall to bits
Do I feel loved?
Why yes I do
The different is with my love
I know that it is true
So who needs love?
And who needs care?
You and me most of all
And everyone out there
So Am I beautiful?
Well I guess so
But what makes me beautiful
Is the people I love and truly know