Beneath the Surface

Walk in the room, everybody turn heads,

But nobody knows what’s going on in my head.

Smile for the cameras, hide what I feel,

They love what they see, never ask if it’s real.

Beauty got a price, yeah, I learned that young,

Everybody got opinions when you’re under their tongue.

They want the picture, they want the perfect pose,

But beauty ain’t the story that the mirror shows.

They judge by the eyes, judge by the skin,

Never see the battles that you carry within.

You can wear gold, diamonds, dressed like a queen,

Still feel invisible in a room full of screens.

So I stopped chasing likes, stopped chasing their praise,

Started looking deeper than the makeup and face.

’Cause the prettiest soul might be hiding the scars,

And the brightest light can come from the dark.

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful if that’s all you see,

Tell me you see the person underneath.

I don’t need a mirror telling me I’m enough,

I need somebody who can recognize love.

Beauty is a curse when they never look deeper,

Pretty little face but the heart gets weaker.

Everybody wants the shine, nobody wants the pain,

Everybody loves the sunshine, nobody loves the rain.

So look past the surface, look past what you know,

The real kind of beauty is the soul that you hold.

Yeah, beauty fades, but the heart stays true,

What makes you beautiful is what lives inside you.

I’ve seen ugly hearts wearing beautiful faces,

And beautiful souls come from broken places.

Seen people with nothing give everything away,

While somebody with everything still hates their own name.

So don’t tell me pretty, tell me I’m strong,

Tell me you stayed when everything went wrong.

Tell me you heard me when I couldn’t speak,

Tell me you saw the strength underneath the weak.

‘Cause looks get attention, but character stays,

A face might change with the passing of days.

But loyalty, kindness, the way that you care,

That’s the kind of beauty that’s actually rare.

So if you’re judging me, judge what I do,

Judge how I love and the way I stay true.

I’m more than a body, more than a face,

More than the image that they try to replace.

Pretty ain’t powerful if the heart is cold,

Money ain’t priceless if the soul gets sold.

Don’t fall for the picture, don’t worship the frame,

Get to know the person behind the name.

’Cause when the lights go out and the crowd disappears,

The only thing left is the person in here.

Beauty is a curse when they never look deeper,

Pretty little face but the heart gets weaker.

Everybody wants the shine, nobody wants the pain,

Everybody loves the sunshine, nobody loves the rain.

So look past the surface, look past what you know,

The real kind of beauty is the soul that you hold.

Yeah, beauty fades, but the heart stays true,

What makes you beautiful is what lives inside you.

Yeah…

Don’t fall in love with the face.

Fall in love with the heart.

Because when everything else fades…

That’s where the real beauty starts.