It's a cruel world.

Full of hurt,
I'm not really sure what it's worth.

A Pretty Face won't get you far,
All it will get you is stares from afar.

Maybe a kiss, or two.
But no one will ever really see past your physical beauty.
They'll see getting with you as their duty.
Once they've got what they want, they'll leave you shivering in the cold.

Leaving you a bit more broken then before,
As if you were just a shirt that they wore,
and now you've been thrown out the door.