"You have beautiful eyes"
That is what my friend tells me.
One day I look in the mirror
And say,
"Maybe she's right."
Next day I look in the mirror
And say,
"She's wrong."

"You are beautiful."
That is what my mother tells me.
One day I look in the mirror
And say,
"Maybe she's right."
Next day I look in the mirror
And say,
"She's wrong."

"I love you."
That's what my father tells me.
One day he hugs me tight.
I think,
"He does."
Next day he yells at me.
I think,
"He doesn't."

Such are the insecurities
Of a teenager.
He loves me?
He loves me not.
I am beautiful,
No I'm not.

Today I feel confident,
So maybe I'm beautiful, maybe he loves me.
Tomorrow I might be down,
So maybe I won't be beautiful, and maybe he won't love me.