She spent her night awake
Lying in her bed
Staring at the ceiling
Thoughts running through her head
She wonders why
She can't love herself
Why it really
Seems so hard
And she wonders
If he loves her
Will it help her
Love herself?
If he loves her curves
And the spots in her face
If he loves her eyes
If this were the case
Could she look in the mirror
And realise
She's so much more than pretty
She's funny, goofy, and wise.
If he loved her sadness
If he loved her scars
If he held her hand
Told her she was brighter than stars
Would she stop mind
And those terrible thoughts
Or does she
Need him at all?
