God you’re ugly

I mean, ouch. I’m embarrassed that I have to be around you
Are you even a real person?
Times like these I begin to wonder
Even I want to put a bag over my head
Or I’ll hide my face in the dirt
Anything but to have to look like that
I see some deception in the lines of your face
The dimples round your mouth if you ever were to smile crack with obvious signs of a relative failure at life
But really, who are you?
When I ask that question, I mean to dig deeper
I think I recognize you

Holy shit. You are very ugly

I see many ugly people day to day, but you deserve a prize
I bet you don’t even know that you’re ugly
Ugly people usually don’t know they’re ugly
I, on the other hand, know for a fact that I am beautiful
It’s rare for me to meet some specimen as beautiful as I am
I don’t know that I’d be able to live with myself if I wasn’t so much better than everyone else
That’s not a halo around your head. That’s dandruff.
Does your mother ever get you confused with a stray dog?
I hope it’s not contagious
I feel my skin crawling right now
How can you be so blind to yourself?

God you’re ugly

I wonder what it would be like to love the innocent
No. I will never fall in love with an innocent person
There would be far too much to overlook and not enough to see
I also imagine that a liar’s tongue actually tastes better
Wow. I thought I had a stroke
But I was only looking at you

And boy are you ugly