Every morning I stare in the mirror wishing
and despising what I see.
And in those thoughts my mind is drifting,
a little bit of love is what I need.
But there isn't anyone who wants to give me
any affection that I'm dying for,
it's been a long time since anyone has kissed me,
and every day is another reason I'm sighing more
I'm alone and my shadow is nothing but a trace,
a silhouette of the identity that I'm hating.
And it seems like a corner is the only place,
in which I continue to cry and despise what my fate is.
I hate the face that I have been born with,
no one will look at what's inside my heart.
I'm so ugly that they just decide to ignore it,
and I can't even look decent in the dark.
Personality means nothing unless you're attractive,
you need to look like brad pitt to find love.
And to my repulsiveness It seems I am held captive,
never to feel free to find somebody I can trust.
This is a cruel world, wherein weapons are words,
and they can destroy a person to the core.
I'm always at war and it seems I've lost my worth,
it just hurts, I'm being eaten alive by my thoughts.
I'm ugly, a fact that I've lived with all my life,
and I've just learnt that I will never be loved.
No matter how many tears fall from my eyes,
there isn't a lock for people like me, like us.