The Beautiful

She is crumpled paper

She'll leave you hanging by a thread

She says better you than me, yeah

She's out for blood, wish you were dead

Oh, she is broken, and hoping

You can't see her face through the cracks

She'll breakdown your home to build her own

'Cause the beautiful are also the sad

She is broken mirrors

She is tears others cried

She can smell your fear, yeah

Knows the scent 'cause she's so scared on the inside

She lives the high life, but the highlight

Of her day is someone else's compliments

She won't give you love, she's never gotten some

Oh, the beautiful are also the sad

But then there's somethings, life luxuries

That can make us smile prettier than we had

And as life goes by, I hope she keeps in mind that

Not all beautiful things have to be sad

Not all beautiful things have to be sad