I watch them,
Their beautiful faces
With pretty smiles stamped on them.
Looking like a million dollars
They stroll and the wind's
Blowing their hair and spreading
That fancy perfumes
They're so pretty; I wish I had it all.
They say they love my life-
But they only see me laugh.
They don't know what's underneath;
The pain, the tears.
Maybe that's why he left;
I wasn't like them,
I wasn't pretty enough.
Looking in the mirror I realise
I may never be pretty enough.
Does that mean I'll never find love?
