Pain is Beauty Beauty is Pain. by Charlie Rojas Lyrics
Self confidence is hard to hold up when you're feeling low. Surrounded by other people but I still stand alone. Society is the culprit of this crime. Nice clothes and shoes only take you so far. Your inner beauty is hiding in the dark. Bring it out. But wait, no one cares about whats in your head. Its all about how the way you look and the way you dress. Expectations are so high, I'm trying so hard to climb. I don't look like them but I can pretend. Stand taller, chin up. You can look but just don't touch. Clearer skin, six pack. GQ says to look like this. This is a book that shows you everything you lack. Is all of this worth it?
I never felt this ugly. But I guess every beauty needs her beast. I know that this isn't love. This is as fake as the gold around my neck. This isn't me, I'm not what I wear. What else can you take, theres nothing left. Will she stay for whats on my mind? Will she stay for whats on the inside?
I guess not, but I gotta do what I gotta do if I wanna stay with you. Nobody wants a big nose with ripped clothes. Nobody wants a crooked smile thats in denial.
All of these eyes stare at my flaws. Even if I break the mirror, they'll still be there.
Is depression a part of being good looking? It doesn't even matter after all. They just want a face to glamorize. And it obviously isn't mine. These tears aren’t going to fix a thing. In reality the world is ugly not me. I’ll just get rid of the voices and get back to me. This is painful beauty. I just want to be happy.
I never felt this ugly. But I guess every beauty needs her beast. I know that this isn't love. This is as fake as the gold around my neck. This isn't me, I'm not what I wear. What else can you take, theres nothing left. Will she stay for whats on my mind? Will she stay for whats on the inside?
I guess not, but I gotta do what I gotta do if I wanna stay with you. Nobody wants a big nose with ripped clothes. Nobody wants a crooked smile thats in denial.
All of these eyes stare at my flaws. Even if I break the mirror, they'll still be there.
Is depression a part of being good looking? It doesn't even matter after all. They just want a face to glamorize. And it obviously isn't mine. These tears aren’t going to fix a thing. In reality the world is ugly not me. I’ll just get rid of the voices and get back to me. This is painful beauty. I just want to be happy.