There isnt anything beautiful about me
Not my smile, I'm missing teeth
Not my walk, I'm broken
Not my hair, its unkept only brushed & swept up
Not my face, i hardly ever paint that a disgrace
Not my skin, I dont even wanna be in it
There isnt anything beautiful about me
Not my words, their all selfish as sin
Certainly not one of my words looks out for anyone especially him
Not my curves, its all fat from being a lazy *****
Or so I'm told
Not even the tears dropping from my chin are savored or kissed
There isnt anything beautiful about me
Im a festival of everything that everyone could ever hate
Right here
right now