She said she was pretty,
With the way she always looked,
Others said she was pretty,
But she was fucking crazy,
And they were hooked.

Because all she wanted was fun,
And she wanted her hair in a bun,
For fun she would say,
And her life was slowly drained away.

Away.

In front of her mirror,
She watched herself grow grey,
Picking on all her flaws,
She picked up her knife,
And cut through straight.

Out comes the blood,
And she would scream at the sight,
It was ugly she would say,
And watched her life drip away.

Stitches were all over her body,
And she would watch as they stayed,
But she didn't care,
She didn't mind,
The ugly was out anyway.