Why is it only the beauty I
can never see?
Why is it always the beast
glaring straight at me?
You hear a single whisper, a
forlorn compliment
And you don't know of the
beauty on which their breath was spent
You never see the light or
the writing on the wall
And you are alone at night,
you have nothing at all
How did the times become so
cold and cruel?
Is everyone else is wise
while you're left a fool?
How do they see what you
can't ever find?
The beauty that they see, to
which you are blind?
Why do they sound so sweet
and kind?
When deep down inside you
know beauty has left you behind
You know they're only
innocent, they're hearts are sincere
But, there is no beauty, you
see nothing here
Does it have a face? Do you
wear a mask you don't see?
Is it always something else?
Why is beauty so far from me?
You know for certain they
don't mean to lie or deceive
But, what they say to you,
you can't ever believe
They don't see the bitterness
or the hate you hide
Jealousy and envy, the hatred
that dwells inside
The ballads they sing are all
unseen to you
Of joy and tender smiles,
souls that aren't blue
What could it be? What does
it all mean?
When they look at you and see
things you've never seen?
They seem so content and you
look through green eyes
Why can't you ever find what
others always recognize?
The aching in your heart only
tenderness can heal
When the beast hides from
them, the secrets can't reveal
So you cover all that you've
known or held that close
Countless time you've tried
to forget that's the way it goes
They see hearts and you see
scars hidden and under a mask
Uneven times and somber
nights, another anxiety attack
The peace and affection you
crave are left out in the cold
You just feel empty and
alone, quickly growing old
You're half the person you
wish you could be
Where scars were invisible
and there was beauty
They say only the words that
you expect the least
As you stare hopelessly blind
to the beauty of the beast...