You tell me I am beautiful
But I'd rather be smart than beautiful
Because in your world
Beauty is a curse and smartness a gift
Beauty makes your life hell
My mother tells me to be careful
Just because you tell me I am beautiful
But I'd rather be free than be pretty
To have the freedom to walk on the street
Without leering eyes and catcalls and whistles
My mother tells me to be careful
When you tell me I am beautiful
But to all of you I want to scream
Beauty is fleeting
But life stays.
And I'd rather be alive and live to the fullest than be beautiful.
I'd rather be so much more than just a pretty face
I'd rather be something I can create
In the place of beauty I'd rather have something I can change
I want to be so much more than just a combination of inherited DNA.