Silence sings when you're alone, That you'll never have someone to hold. Am I not good enough, For love? The dress looks right, but it just don't fit. What does pretty look like when you measure it? Feels like you're failing, In every way. This battlefield you're walking ain't no war that you can't win, It's you against the yourself. You're original; you're priceless. Please don't hurt yourself. You may not have a hand to hold; A little bit cliché I know. But you are... Beautiful. You can't escape these little screams, By the way other girls look on TV. Seem you can't measure up, At all. The mirror cries on the wall: "Who is the fairest of them all?" Do you even want to hear the answer? This battlefield you're walking ain't no war that you can't win, It's you against the world. You're original; you're priceless. Please don't hate yourself. You may not have a hand to hold; A little bit cliché I know. But you are... Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Let the battle be what it is, A fight that has to win for you to see yourself... Beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful.