Is anyone there
Is anyone listening to me instead
Does anyone care
Careful what I do
I'm careful what I say
It rips me apart those little things you do
And put away the pieces to my broke heart that's dead
So You lift my head
One thing I ask. Am I not rich enough to make you happy
Am I not beautiful enough for you
Am I not beautiful enough for you
So now I'm falling out of reach Shoot it to me straight
I can bear the shame
Sick of all your lies
Of the ones trapped inside
Is that what you asked of me today
You don't give a hint of what you're thinking
And put away the pieces to my broken heart that's dead
So now you take me by the hand
One thing I ask.
I'm falling out of reach I don't care about those things In God I'm beautiful
Because I'm beautiful
And I'm falling out of reach.
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