I'm ugly. That much is true.

It's not just me; others think so too.


I have no life is what they say.

At least I'm the only one who feels this way.


"I should just die," I tell myself.

They say if I did it would be better for everyone else,


And the one who thinks I'm none of these things

Couldn't love enough to stay with me.


She was the only one of them all

Who didn't care about my faults


But she left me anyway because of these things

So what does that mean about her true feelings towards me?


The only person who I thought was different from the rest

Is the one who tore my heart out of my chest.


So what that means is that what they say is true;

That I should just die cause it's the only thing left for me to do.