Beautiful, Pt.II

She’s looking in the mirror

She’s brushing on her bravest eyes

The makeup makes her feel like she’s less vulnerable

She painted even clearer

And cover up the ache inside

Color up the pain she could never control

The illusionist’s finest trick

Is to convince her that he don’t exist

And that nobody cares for a witch of a girl who’s scared she’s alone in a world

She don’t fit

You look like a funeral

But I see right through

You’re so beautiful

You’re just used to being used

Stuck in a crucible

Of consume and consumed

You’re so beautiful

You’re so beautiful

She’s looking for the window

She’s looking for her mama’s eyes

Looking for the face that she’s never known

She’s looking like a widow

Ever since the demons tried

Ever since the dreamer died in her bones

But under the veil that she wears

She’s still feeling lonely and scared

She’s still filling every bet

To be left on our own in a city with nobody there

You tried to look like a funeral

But I see right through

You’re so beautiful

You’re just used to being used

Stuck in a crucible

Of consume and consumed

You’re so beautiful

You’re so beautiful

You look like a funeral

But I see right through

You’re so beautiful

You’re so beautiful