What is beauty?
Is it something on the inside?
And tell me...
Who determines if you're beautiful?
What makes you beautiful?
Can someone please answer me?
Am I beautiful?
I sure don't feel it.
So how do I become it?
I Thought You Said it was EasyI thought you said it was easy.
Easy to make the right decision,
easy to listen to my heart.
was it easy for you?
Or are you just saying what you think
is the right thing to say?
I want the truth,
don't feed me lies.
Lies don't help me.
They lead me in the wrong direction.
They don't help me at all.
Even if you think they will.
No matter how much the truth hurts me,
lies hurt me more,
and they dont make ANYTHING easier.
I can't read mindsIf you refuse to tell me about the current situation,
how will I know what's going on?
I'm not a mind reader,
and I'm not a miracle worker.
You force me to ask unneccesary questions.
Why are you wasting our time?
You're not one to be nervous,
so this must be serious.
Will you please tell me what's going on?
I prefer not to be lost in my own life.
I like to be informed,
not left behind.
spit it out,
I need some answers
and I'm getting sick of waiting.
I know well enough
something bad is about to happen,
but if you'll never talk to me,
and tell me what's going on,
we're never gonna get anywhere.
Closed the DoorI wonder what it's going to take
to get you out of my mind.
...out of my head...
Forget everything about you.
Can you tell me?
We had our good times,
we had our bad times,
but what do we have left?
We let things get the best of us,
and invade our minds,
and look where it lead to.
And it's all because you went and closed the door.
Don't even talk to me about pressure.
Try taking a step in MY life.
You have no idea what pressure is.
YOU get the little talk from your parents,
about peer pressure,
Well, try living with it everywhere you look.
You're sister hiding a stash in the pillowcase,
condoms lying everywhere,
and beer bottles left and right.
Abusive family members.
No way out,
no where to go.
How about suicide?
Yeah, I've had the thought.
Still do sometimes.
I can't bare to see my friends hurt.
So what's left?
Living with it.
Dealing with it.
And living a life you don't want.
Don't talk to me about pressure/
Not a second to wasteI've learned,
learned that life is short.
There's not a second to waste,
you never know what's gonna happen.
Don't waste your life lying,
and being selfish,
but that dosen't mean forget yourself.
Follow your dreams leaving no room for regrets.
And don't lie,
build trust on the truth.
It's quite simple actually,
to live a good memorable life.
I've watched it happen.
Life is short,
there's not a second to waste.
Will I ever be found?Normally when we become lost,
we become found.
Someone goes out looking,
or sometimes we even find ourselves.
But how do we find ourselves lost?
Are we stolen?
Or do we simply wander off?
What would cause us to run away?
You tell me.
I find myself wondering all the time
if someone will ever find me.