Who gives anda the right to say I'm not beautiful?
Because When I look in the mirror I see...
A girl with beautiful red hair and blue eyes,
A girl that's different,
And who isn't afraid to be unique and herself.
A girl with Friends who make her fell important.
A girl who is ready to tunjuk the world who she is.
A girl who never gives up.
A girl who can Inspire people like her self that,
Even though who aren't perfect doesn't mean anda have to be...
But I also see...
A girl with glass who thinks she's ugly.
A girl who has been used sejak people.
A girl who been hurt...
and sometimes hurts herself over dumb things.
A girl who's never been loved...fully and truly.
A girl who sometimes is afraid to be different.
A girl who thinks she'll never be good enough for the one she thinks about night in day...
A girl who thinks she'll never make it...
But then I think back to all the good things I just saw and wonder why do anda have the right to tell me I'm no beautiful and make me think that way?
Maybe anda should think about what your saying before anda say it because anda really don't know how much it can kill a person...
A person like Me...
Because When I look in the mirror I see...
A girl with beautiful red hair and blue eyes,
A girl that's different,
And who isn't afraid to be unique and herself.
A girl with Friends who make her fell important.
A girl who is ready to tunjuk the world who she is.
A girl who never gives up.
A girl who can Inspire people like her self that,
Even though who aren't perfect doesn't mean anda have to be...
But I also see...
A girl with glass who thinks she's ugly.
A girl who has been used sejak people.
A girl who been hurt...
and sometimes hurts herself over dumb things.
A girl who's never been loved...fully and truly.
A girl who sometimes is afraid to be different.
A girl who thinks she'll never be good enough for the one she thinks about night in day...
A girl who thinks she'll never make it...
But then I think back to all the good things I just saw and wonder why do anda have the right to tell me I'm no beautiful and make me think that way?
Maybe anda should think about what your saying before anda say it because anda really don't know how much it can kill a person...
A person like Me...
Dear Self
What if anda don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last hari on this earth?
What if that two minit conversation anda had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time anda ever spoke to her?
What if anda never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile atau talk to him ever again?
What if anda later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would anda be proud of the life anda have lived?
Will anda regret something that anda did atau did not say?
Would anda be proud of how people would remember you?
Would anda regret not taking lebih chances, atau not telling him what anda really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My hati, tengah-tengah racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
What if anda don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last hari on this earth?
What if that two minit conversation anda had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time anda ever spoke to her?
What if anda never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile atau talk to him ever again?
What if anda later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would anda be proud of the life anda have lived?
Will anda regret something that anda did atau did not say?
Would anda be proud of how people would remember you?
Would anda regret not taking lebih chances, atau not telling him what anda really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My hati, tengah-tengah racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
