Beautiful, Pt.II

Jon Foreman


She's looking in the mirror
She's brushing on her bravest eyes
The makeup makes her feel like she's less vulnerable
She painted even clearer
And cover up the ache inside
Color up the pain she could never control

The illusionist's finest trick
Is to convince her that he don't exist
And that nobody cares for a witch of a girl who's scared she's alone in a world
She don't fit

You look like a funeral
But I see right through
You're so beautiful
You're just used to being used
Stuck in a crucible
Of consume and consumed
You're so beautiful
You're so beautiful

She's looking for the window
She's looking for her mama's eyes
Looking for the face that she's never known
She's looking like a widow
Ever since the demons tried
Ever since the dreamer died in her bones

But under the veil that she wears
She's still feeling lonely and scared
She's still filling every bet
To be left on our own in a city with nobody there

You tried to look like a funeral
But I see right through
You're so beautiful
You're just used to being used
Stuck in a crucible
Of consume and consumed
You're so beautiful
You're so beautiful

You look like a funeral
But I see right through
You're so beautiful
You're so beautiful

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