Rugged thief run,
Tear my heart in two.
I've had no fun,
Being here with you.
Some days I'm beauty and some days I'm grace,
Others I'll punch you in your face.
And most of them, well-
They're a living hell.
Why do I feel so out of place?
There's nothing wrong with confidence,
If only I weren't so dense.
Because beauty and excuses
Have no good uses
As long as we're broken and bent.