I look in the mirror, and look even deeper..
I see a compassionate heart, one thats a keeper
I'd give my shirt off my back, if I thought there was a need..
I'd do anything for a laugh.. for cheering up is my deed..
God made me so pretty, and yet the world has done its thing
and tore apart, what I had, for a spell.. a sad song I did sing
but with a Gentle Soul, I went on... and looked up toward the light,
and with a smile, I looked at my friends.. and didnt have a fright
lookin on the inside.. I see a beauty's Lair
but sometimes on the outside.. I have a misplaced hair...
I love myself for who I am... and what I can be..
and if you cant take it how I am.. you are you... and I am me
so let me be, how I am.. and please, dont scrutinize..
for you dont know, the depression and anger that lies, beneath my eyes.