Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken? Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken? Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder? Why do you see right through me?
Beautifully Tragic.
With a natural grace and beauty.
Let her world unfold
as the flowers of the morn,
As leaves turn,
And hearts are torn.
Pain trapped in a single tear
Beauty fades as the passing year
Try me.
I'm yours.
