Why do I suffer from your ugly looks,
Is it because god said he don't like ugly
Why do I suffer from your awful words
Is it because something so disqusting can't be held in a mouth for so long
Tell me this, do you suffer from your bitter tasting act
The way you walk around with your nose so high in the air you can smell a deli shop from a mile away,
Do you ever look in the mirror and see the ugliness you portray so much that you couldn't wipe it off with a rag,
does a heart live behind your breast or a cold, hard ice box
The way you shiver in the night
Why do i suffer from you,
Is it because you are my mother
someone i'm used to look up to
Or is it because I just choose to