Beautiful

        Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own

Everybody has a private world where they can be alone

Are you calling me? are you trying to get through?

Are you reaching out for me? and I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump

If I could just get over this hump but I need something to pull me out this dump

I took my bruises, took my lumps fell down and I got right back up

But I need that spark to get psyched back up in order for me to pick that phone back up

I don't know how or why or when and I ended up in this position I'm in

I starting to feel distant again so I decided just to pick this pain

Up and tried to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with love, I need to recovery.

I know some shits so hard to swallow and I just can't sit back and wallow

In my own sorrow, but I know one fact.

I'll be one tough act to follow, one tough act to follow, copy, one tough act to follow

Here today, gone tomorrow..

But you have to walk a thousand miles

        I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor

Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room

Just as soon as I walk in it's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact

Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that

I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you

Blend in with the rest of the room maybe just point me to the closest restroom

I don't need no fucking manservant follow me around, and wiping my ass

Laugh at every single joke I crack and half of 'em ain't even funny like

Haha Riza, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn

Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown

So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell

Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes and you don't have to walk no thousand miles

        I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no moreI already told you my whole life story

Not just based on my description

Cause where you see it from where you're sitting

Is probably a hundred and ten percent different

I guess we would have to walk a mile

In each other's shoes, at least

What size you wear? I wear tens

Let's see if you can fit your feet

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

PS : I don't own anything on this word, only a rap song that I re text |EMINEM - Beautiful