This is a song I wrote about a year ago, it' basically about how people tell me I'm ugly and fat...( Only my friends try to tell me I'm pretty....but I'll always be jealous of the pretty girls in the magazines ....Luckily now have someone who loves me for who I am and for him I'm better than all those girls

I know that I'm not pretty
Everyone tells me that
They didn't look inside me
To see who I am but

-Chorus-
When I open a magazine I start to cry
I know I'll never be that cool
All those pictures are making me die
Cause I'm not beautiful
I used to think it's not important
That it's about my soul
Because I'm tired of looking forward
But I don't wanna fall

My friends say I'm not ugly
But the look on their face
Says that they're lying to me
Their words fall into place

-Chorus-
When I open a magazine I start to cry
I know I'll never be that cool
All those pictures are making me die
Cause I'm not beautiful
I used to think it's not important
That it's about my soul
Because I'm tired of looking forward
But I don't wanna fall

I know that the truth hurts bad
But I need to find out
Why do their words make me sad?
Sometimes I'm smiling but

-Chorus-
When I open a magazine I start to cry
I know I'll never be that cool
All those pictures are making me die
Cause I'm not beautiful
I used to think it's not important
That it's about my soul
Because I'm tired of looking forward
But I don't wanna fall

-Bridge-
Am I asking for too much if I wanna be pretty?
At the moment I have nothing to believe in

-Chorus-
When I open a magazine I start to cry
I know I'll never be that cool
All those pictures are making me die
Cause I'm not beautiful
I used to think it's not important
That it's about my soul
Because I'm tired of looking forward
But I don't wanna fall

I know that I'm not pretty
Everyone tells me that....