This Beauty

This Beauty -Amanda Rogers

When your words

Come too 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

From the pages of the magazines

I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh

There's something I will always lack

And maybe just maybe

I'm imperfect to me

And I'll be seen

When your words

Run forever in my mind

And those greens

And those blues

Seem too perfect to true

I will light a fire every time

I think to myself

I will be fine

I will be fine

From the pages of the magazines

I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh

There's something I will always lack

And maybe just maybe

I'm imperfect to me

And I'll be seen

And I'll go home

I will be

And I'll be strong for showing me

This beauty is not clear to me

This beauty is not clear to me

To me to me to me

To me to me to me

From the pages of the magazines

I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh

There's something I will always lack

From the pages of the magazines

I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh

There's something I will always lack

And maybe just maybe

This beauty will be clearer to me

To me to me