It starts when you're thirteen, looking at a magazine
Flawless faces
Then you're touching up your photos, spending too much on your clothes
Endless chasin'
You think it's your hair if it's done just right
Or if you lose five pounds by Friday night
But it's the lines on your face
When you laugh and the way
That you get back up at the end of the day
It's the tears that you cry
It's the strength that you find
On the bathroom floor in the middle of the night
Sometimes it ain't pretty
But that's what makes you pretty
Girl
When you're sending up a prayer no one's caring what you wear
Your heart's wide open
Calling up an old friend, asking wondering how they been
You start glowing
No mascara, lights up your eyes
No gloss on your lips can make you shine like the
It's the grace and the grit
It's the walls that you hit
When you're running full speed
To a dream, don't quit