She was to be beautiful For our beauty-starved eyes. She's dying, she's dying, she's dying But we never seem to mind. Her cry is in her toothpick legs And attention-hungry smile, And as it goes on, the transfer occurs From magazine to child But the only thing these beauty magazines leave Is low self-esteem The only thing they leave is a low self-esteem We're brainwashed to think that thin is pretty, But if beauty is love, why is she in pain? I'm guilt, i'm guilty, i'm guilty. I's time we placed the blame, Let's also blame the media, And face the fact that this is insane, And spit in the face of their so-called beauty And make a change (Ref.) We have got to open our eyes If we want to make a change We have got to open our eyes If we want to make a change Because there are sick and starving girls Throwing up after they eat So they can look thin and pretty For the people the meet. And the thing that scared me the most Is there are people that i hold close That are dying And i never even noticed