Tell Her Shes Beautiful

She stands out in the rain,
Try's not think, about putting a knife in herself.
And at night she sleeps,
She thinks about, a thing she used to do.

She's cold as ice in summer,
Spring brings no relief.
Winter always comes to soon.

She falls like the rain,
Falling to her knees.
She doesn't know where to go from her.

She falls to her knees,
Tells God, of all the things she hates about herself.
While she sleeps,
All the things from the past, have gone to the past.

And tell her shes beautiful,
But she can see past the lies.
And tell her shes beautiful,
Cause now she sees... past the lies.