she is beautiful without a doubt; she is perfect, inside and out.
she carves a picture of herself,
her arm is her canvas. Her blood the paint. She is her own savior, she is a saint.
Her brown eyes; they sparkle and gleam as her skin and blood work as a team.
she is beautiful without a doubt; she is perfect, inside and out.
All the hate in her heart comes out to play, it forms a special kind of art.
the names shes been called spin around inside of her head,
holding hands to stay together; reuniting with all the times youve kicked her when shes been down.
they all form together, spinning around and around and around,
reminding her that you think of her no better then what you think of the ground.
she is beautiful without a doubt; she is perfect, inside and out.
Looking down at her arm, she sees her reflection.
Her arm is her mirror; she can see herself now, its never been clearer.
her tears trickle down, but shes stronger then this, she will not frown.
The reflection she sees; a girl so strong, a girl that belongs.
she is beautiful without a doubt, she is perfect, inside and out.
she carves and she slices; she cuts and she dices.
She is strong, powerful even;
she is the only thing that she will ever believe in.
She has her faith writtin into her arm.
Dont worry, dont be alarmed.
Just remember, she is beautiful without a doubt.
She is perfect, inside and out.
