>I know you're compared to some image on a page, but it's fake.
And you spend your life just to try and look that way.
Oh but there's a girl crying out inside you, and she's longing to be heard.
>Cause there is more, there is more, there is more to you.
Than the lies you believed they were never true.
If ever you start to doubt Him, He'd say, there is more to you than this.
>So maybe you thought if you gave yourself away, he would stay.
And maybe you felt it was worth the price you'd pay.
And you tell yourself, it doesn't really matter. But your heart will start to break.
>And all the love you need, you cannot find it. Inside a magazine, you cannot buy it.
Don't let 'em pull you in, don't let 'em sell you. Your God hung on a cross. He died to tell you...
More to you than this.
I know you're compared to some image on a page, but it's fake.