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