I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too.
I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you?
Look into the mirror who's inside there, the one with the long hair, same old me again today.
My outsides are cool, my insides are blue.
Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you.
I've tried different ways but it's all the same.
At the end of the day I have myself to blame.
You can buy your hair if it won't grow, you can fix your nose if he says so, you can buy all the make-up that M.A.C. can make...
But if you can't look inside you, find out who am I to be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty.
Never insecure until I met you. Now I'm being stupid.
Why do I look to all these things to keep you happy?
Maybe get rid of you, and then I'll get back to me...
I feel pretty, but unpretty...
