I wonder if I turn you on?
Am I even desirable at all?
I see myself as this ugly duckling
But what happens when I fall?
I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
I fall and I tend to fall hard...
But then I get played again and again,
Will my heart always be in a shard?
I wonder if I am even beautiful?
I mean look at me... do you see my flaws?
I don't see myself as others see me,
I see nothing that'll give anyone applause.
I wonder what is wrong with me?
I can't seem to get a grip on this life.
Everyone I loved has betrayed me...
And all I'm left with is anguish and strife!
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