Why am I ugly?
Why am I alive?
Why am I fat?
Why do I still fight?
Why am I worth nothing?
Why am I so pointless?
Why am I a piece of shit?
Why am I so hopeless?
I'll never amount to anything.
I'll never make a sound.
I'll never make them see me for who I really am.
I'll never make my mum proud.
I can't stop crying.
I can't stop the tears.
I can't imagining the love I'll never have.
That is all I ever fear.
I can't make a friend and keep it.
So I make up fake ones in my mind.
And I dream of one day living,
the life I'll never find.
I dream I'll win the lottery,
or somehow become famous.
I dream that he is with me,
but we never will be us.
Well he doesn't even know,
that I even exist.
I play the Russian Roulette of life,
to see white, I do persist.
And as the rope around my neck,
tightens slowly every day.
I don't make a sound,
but my mind closes my airway.
I look in the mirror,
and I hate what I see.
But people I've never met,
tell me I'm so goddamn pretty.
I don't see anything,
worth anything.
I see fat and ugly,
and think "what the fuck is that thing?"
Why am I ugly?
Why am I alive?
Why am I fat?
Why do I still fight?
Why am I worth nothing?
Why am I so pointless?
Why am I a piece of shit?
Why am I so hopeless?