Sep 2015
Beauty.
You want to be by his side
You want to feel his hands in your hands
With eyes the color of the sky
And hair the color of sand
Beauty has a voice like a song
A heart without standing
Everything is watching
Sitting. Wishing. Waiting.
Beauty always smiles
Beauty is always strong
He ignores rumors about him
All year long
Beauty feels the pressure
To show that he's so smart
All the jokes roll off his back
And he never falls apart
Maybe he cries under the covers
Maybe he's got a broken heart
No one will ever know
But he shines so bright in the dark
With no thoughts of someone like me
Beauty is alone
And maybe that's why he seems so
Beautiful.
You want to be by his side
You want to feel his hands in your hands
With eyes the color of the sky
And hair the color of sand
Beauty has a voice like a song
A heart without standing
Everything is watching
Sitting. Wishing. Waiting.
Beauty always smiles
Beauty is always strong
He ignores rumors about him
All year long
Beauty feels the pressure
To show that he's so smart
All the jokes roll off his back
And he never falls apart
Maybe he cries under the covers
Maybe he's got a broken heart
No one will ever know
But he shines so bright in the dark
With no thoughts of someone like me
Beauty is alone
And maybe that's why he seems so
Beautiful.
