Eminem – Beautiful

Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, like I’m reaching out for you?

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed, I just can’t seem to get out this slump.
If I could just get over this hump,
But I need something to pull me out this dump.
I took my bruises, took my lumps,
Fell down and I got right back up.
But I need that spark to get psyched back up,
In order for me to pick the mic back up.
I don’t know how or why or when I ended up in this position I’m in.
I’m starting to feel distant again,
So I decided just to pick this pen,
Up and try to make an attempt to vent.
But I just can’t admit,
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap.
I need a new outlet, and I know some shit’s so hard to swallow,
But I just can’t sit back and wallow,
In my own sorrow.
But I know one fact, I’ll be one tough act to follow,
One tough act to follow.
I’ll be one tough act to follow.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
But you’d have to walk a thousand miles,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor.
Everything is so tense and gloom.
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room.
Just as soon as I walk in,
It’s like all eyes on me.
So I try to avoid any eye contact,
‘Cause if I do that then it opens the door for conversation,
Like I want that… I’m not looking for extra attention.
I just want to be just like you,
Blend in with the rest of the room,
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom.
I don’t need no fucking man servant,
Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass.
Laugh at every single joke I crack,
And half of ’em ain’t even funny like,
“Ha! Marshall you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, God damn.”
Unfortunately, I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown.
So why don’t you all sit down,
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell.
Hell, we don’t gotta trade our shoes,
And you ain’t gotta walk no thousand miles,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

Nobody asked for life to deal us,
With these bullshit hands we’re dealt.
We gotta take these cards ourselves,
And flip ’em, don’t expect no help.
Now I could have either just,
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned,
Or take this situation in which I’m placed in,
And get up and get my own.
I was never the type of kid,
To wait by the door and pack his bags,
Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed,
For a dad to show up who never did.
I just wanted to fit in,
In every single place,
Every school I went.
I dreamed of being that cool kid,
Even if it meant acting stupid.

Aunt Edna always told me “Keep makin’ that face it’ll get stuck like that.”
Meanwhile I’m just standin’ there,
Holdin’ my tongue tryna talk like this,
‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old.
I learned my lesson then ’cause I wasn’t tryna impress my friends no more,
But I already told you my whole life story,
Not just based on my description,
‘Cause where you see it from where you’re sittin’,
It’s probably 110% different.
I guess we would have to walk a mile,
In each other’s shoes, at least.
What size you wear? I wear tens.
Let’s see if you can fit your feet,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, like I’m reaching out for you?

To my babies: Stay strong.
Dad’ll be home soon.
And to the rest of the world: God gave you them shoes,
To fit you, so put ’em on and wear ’em.
Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are.
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful.

Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Andy Hill / Don Black / Luis Edgardo Resto / Jeffrey Irwin Bass

Beautiful lyrics © Shroom Shady Music, Big Note Music Ltd., Jeff Bass Music Llc, Songs Of Universal Inc., Big Note Music Ltd, Don Black Music Ltd