Maybe if I look one more time I'll be beautiful.
No, it's still me here.
Just me looking in this dirty mirror.
And I've never changed.
Maybe if I close my eyes,
and open them really slowly,
I can be beautiful.
But there's nothing.
Why are they so beautiful?
Why is everything on me wrong?
I don't ask for much, do I?
Just to be beautiful?
Maybe you love her for who she is,
but it's also because she's beautiful.
Why can't I be beautiful?
It looks so easy,
but when I try,
there's nothing.
Just my plain face looking in the mirror,
trying and trying and trying
but never succeeding.
I rest my head
I close my eyes.
Maybe if I just keep them closed
I can be beautiful.