Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.

I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?

‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.

Light up, light up as if you have a choice.
… All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads.
… Have heart, my dear, we’re bound to be afraid.