I don't think you understand what beauty is and has become

I don't think you understand what beauty is and has become.
Because it's quite unfair and in fact doesn't come to anyone.
Those who have it, grow into it. Those who don't, cannot.
It doesn't matter if that girl is bad, no one cares, she's hot.
There's some form of small depression for those without it, to me.
A disappointment in the mirror and a hate for what they see.
They feel that they'll never be chosen and they'll never be have some grace,
For some pre-chosen false genetic mix up in their face.
They don't see that we all love and they too will be loved.
Someone will look upon then like an angel from above.
Someone will treat them with so much more love and grace,
Than just some girl they fancied as she had a pretty face.
So I don't think you understand what beauty is and has become.
Because it's quite unfair, and in fact, doesn't come to anyone.

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