you said that i wasn't pretty--so i just believed you
you said that i wasn't special--so i lived that way
with critical gazes and brutal amazement
at how my reflection could be so imperfect
with all of my blemishes--how could somebody want me
CHORUS:
but god loves ugly--he doesn't see the way i see
oh, god takes ugly--and turns it into something that is beautiful
apparently i'm beautiful
cause you love me
i tried to clean up the outside--all shiny and new
worked overtime to thin up and look right
but inside i knew
that deep in the bottom were secrets i thought i could try to ignore--
old ghosts in my corridors never get tired of haunting the past that's in me
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
help me believe why you love me
when i know you see--you see everything
help me believe why you love me
when i know you see inside and you still say i'm beautiful
you're telling me i'm beautiful
you're screaming out, so beautiful
and i'm finding out i'm beautiful
you're making me so beautiful
and i can see i'm beautiful cause you love me
