I turn my face again away towards the strange
I turn into a wall
No masterpiece
Only a fear growing low in all the life I know
I hide my eyes from light and strangers gaze
I become the ghost once more
Spectral hands unable
Only a solemn letting go of all my hopes and dreams

I don't care what they say
What they say about me
I wasn't born for life
I will always be beat down

I turn my face towards the back edge of a room
I turn despondent
They will call me beautiful
But then why do I feel so ugly?
My skin is a poison and my breath is disease
I become a pit and razor wire
My own method of destruction
An infinite ending

I could not care what the voices say
About my choices made
I know well that its my fate
I will always be beat down