Is anyone there?nDoes anyone care?nIs anyone listening to me instead?nI’m careful what I saynAnd careful what I donIt rips me apart those little things you donSo you lift my head nAnd put away the pieces to my broken heart that’s bentnOne thing I ask…nnAm I not beautiful enough for you?nAm I not rich enough to make you happy?nAm I not beautiful enough for you?nAnd I’ve fallen out of reachnnShoot it to me straightnI can bear the shamenIs that what you ask of me todaynI’m sick of all your liesnOf the ones trapped insidenYou don’t give a hint of what you’re thinkingnSo you take me by the hand nAnd put away the pieces to my broken heart that’s bentnOne thing I ask…nnBut I don’t care about those thingsnBecause I’m beauti-beautifulnIn God I’m beauti-beautiful