she sits on the ground looking into the mirror. nothing, just nothing. she feels she sees she is nothing. life dosent matter, nothing matters. all she can think of is him...the one...Mr. right. his face when he looked at her...the way he smiled...she turned slightly to look at a pictuer of him and his smile. a tear ran down her face thinking of it so she looked away. she wasnt sorry for never trying. what was it going to prove? that stupid thing called love....never. he told her she wasnt good enough that she wasnt his type. WHY becuse she wasnt pretty? because she wasnt everything that he wanted? she tryed to tell her self over and over "screw him" but no...it just wouldnt make its way through her thick skull. so she looked back into her mirror and sang a song that made her smile
wile she cryed


You're so pretty
The way you are
You're so pretty
The way you are
and you have no reason
to be so insolent to me
You're so pretty
The way you are
Laaaaaaaaa, you got to say it if you want to
But you won't change me
Laaaaaaa, you got to say it if you want to
But you won't change me