I was so upset
I bit my nails
And that might not sound like a huge deal
But I was so set
On having pretty hands

But I guess I just felt like
If I couldn't be with all of you
Then why bother?
The world feels somewhat hopeless
As if anything could possibly make me feel happy
Once I am without you
So why bother having pretty hands?
And now I stare at the ugly stubs
Reminding me that I am worth nothing alone