A flower for poor Rose, took the hope away
A life full of lies Bad joke Thanks, Mom
The bow breaks and the cradle falls
The ugly seed has been sowed
And as you know, it's gravity that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us
You've looked it up and looked it and just can't deny what you think
Research it all you want
Exam and deduce it whatever way it can
It sucks living life on the wrong side of the ugly stick
On impact the lungs collapsed
Cut two holes so I can breathe
The ugly face voice took all hope away
A life based on lies Bad joke Thanks, Mom
With a mug like this, you're damn right I'm bitter
The worst joke they could have told is indicating
that there might have been a sense of hope
That looks aren't everything; that beauty is only skin deep;
that the world is not so critical and superficial;
and that people can be whatever they want to be,
because based on your appearance at birth,
you may have just lost that freedom
There was a time that I could live without a sense of pride and a sense of hope;
a sense of face and dignity;
and attempt to survive on meals full of lies
That time is not now