What if life had no mystery
wouldn’t
we  just be doing time?

What if life had no end
wouldn’t
meaning be hard to fine?

Let’s see
no mystery and no end
right back to Hell again!

Why do I have to long,
To find a place where I belong?

I know im not the prettiest
I wont ever be
Because i cant seem to take care of myself
I never really have
Im short
And chubby
my hairs a mess
and i think the only
thing i can do is makeup
And im not very good at that either
So why am i still trying?
to be someones pretty baby?

I cant sleep
Hes been telling me to
That i need to start taking care of myself
I cant do that
Theres no real point in doing so
Im not gonna live past 23
And i know it