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...
In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
Cinta is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, Cinta is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred atau hurt. Cinta only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
Cinta is breaking someone's hati, tengah-tengah whenever anda hear that person say, "I don't Cinta you."
Cinta brings tears to those who are broken.
Cinta always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what Cinta has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes anda with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
Cinta sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.