Beauty is only skin deep
But a knife doesn't have to go that deep
To make it all seem like make believe
I tried so hard
Just to get this far
But in the end
The only thing that matters is that you're just skin deep

Cause life stops when you weigh a buck over a murder
Even the girls who say that looks don't matter
Those are the ones that let you down harder
Even those that said their concern
Only pretend to be that much better.

What makes your insides different from mine
What makes them of gold and mine of atrocity?
Why is it that Jimmy's coke costs less than the gym?
How am I to believe you when I can feel so high,
I can touch the sky, I can stop the cry and dry my eye'¦
How am I? I feel strung out and lack of sleep,
I'm worried about my physique, what I had to eat.
I hate red meat, I should've had more beets.
Maybe I could live on the streets.
How many hobos have you've seen that weigh over 150?
I'll see Jimmy and he'll treat me,
He'll give me the miracle I've been in heat for,
He'll give me a one liner that won't make me eat'¦
He'll get me addicted and I'll exhibit D.S.B.

If beauty is in the eye
Why try to cry away the sadness
Why try to strive to please the eye
When all the eyes around you are just skin deep
I only weep
For you.

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