God Loves Ugly

You said that I wasn't pretty so I just believed you And you said that I wasn't special so I lived that way with critical gazes and brutal amazement at how my reflection could be so imperfect With all of my blemishes how could somebody want me? But God loves ugly He doesn't see the way I see Oh, God takes ugly and turns it into something that is beautiful apparently I'm beautiful cause you love me, ohh I tried to clean up the outside all shiny and new Worked overtime to thin up and look right but inside I knew that deep in the bottom were secrets I thought I could try to ignore Old ghosts in my corridors never get tired of haunting the past that's in me But God loves ugly He doesn't see the way I see Oh, God takes ugly and turns it into something that is beautiful apparently I'm beautiful cause you love me Help me believe why you love me when I know you see you see everything Help me believe why you love me when I know you see inside and you still say I'm beautiful you're telling me I'm beautiful you're screaming out: oh, so beautiful and I'm finding out I'm beautiful you're making me so beautiful and I can see I'm beautiful cause you love me