Whenever you say I look pretty,
I can't stop myself from feeling ugly.
Yes we're together whenever we go out
But I cant stop myself being in doubt.
Am I still not enough for you?
Because I can see you looking at other girls too.
Of their beauty you are in such awe
That your attention I cannot even draw.
Yes you say I am beautiful,
But do I always have to make the pull?
Whenever you stop and turn your head following another girl,
All the pain and aches in my stomach swirl.
Jealous? Well, I am indeed.
To my emotions, when will you ever heed?
My insecurities are always there,
Whenever you give them that kind of stare.
Those looks of being stunned in admiration,
Am I not enough for your whole attention?
Yes you say I am pretty,
But for me I will always be ugly.
Because your empty words never made me feel like one,
Instead making me feel that, to myself I needed to point a gun.
