When your words
Come too easily for me to believe
And this paint goes on too thinly

To peel away
I will find
A silver lining sometime

Blur my vision
And I'll be fine
And I'll be fine...


From the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh
There's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe

I'm imperfect to me
And I'll be seen


When your words
Run forever in my mind
And those greens

And those blues
Seem too perfect to true
I will light a fire every time

I think to myself
I will be fine
I will be fine


From the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and every laugh
There's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe

I'm imperfect to me
And I'll be seen


And I'll go home
I will be
And I'll be strong for showing me


This beauty is not clear to me
This beauty is not clear to me

To me, to me, to me...
To me, to me, to me...


From the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and every laugh

There's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe
I'm imperfect to me

And I'll be seen

From the pages of the magazines

I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and every laugh
There's something I will always lack

And maybe, just maybe
This beauty will be clearer to me
To me, to me, to me...