feed it to my soul wrap it tightly all around me
i wear it like a scar on a wound that won't heal
from a battle on a field everybody is watching
i don't really want to die here

how different life would be if i was beautiful -- so beautiful...

every window every surface is my looking-glass mirror
i am walking through a crowd they are looking through me
as i try to pretend that i really belong here
and i try not to hear the laughing

how different life would be if i was beautiful -- so beautiful...

well, you're so damn kind with your
"pretty hair, pretty eyes"
separating me from me
and you make me sick with your 5-pound loathing
and your cosmo girl reality

you don't want to play, no you wouldn't like this game
it isn't any fun for a woman like me
but maybe if i try i can really fit in here
while i try to hide my breathing

how different life would be if i was beautiful -- so beautiful...

Written by Angie Arnold
Vocals, Piano, Bass, Keyboards: Angie Arnold
Drums, Percussion, Guitar: Randy Brock

© 2001 Angela D. Arnold