No one will ever truly know How much I cry No one will ever truly know How much I lie No one will ever truly know The things I hide No one will ever truly know What’s kept inside No one will ever truly know What I’ve seen,
The things I keep with me.
You’ll never see, the beautiful in me, because the ugly is the ugliest thing, more ugly than the beauty, and so that’s all you’ll see....But the ugly you see is actually my beauty, and the beauty you don’t pay attention to is the lies I show you to cover the true ugly about me, but you ignore it and scrutinise what you call ugly, because subconsciously you know it’s beauty and you can’t help but envy.