Oct 2015
Each day I tell myself I'm not pretty
I'm not smart, not special,
Maybe I shouldn't go on living
Each day is a battle and
I'm losing my footing
My defenses are weak and
My strength is ebbing
I'm not smart, not special,
Maybe I shouldn't go on living
Each day is a battle and
I'm losing my footing
My defenses are weak and
My strength is ebbing
