Here's to hoping i'm beautiful
because I can't see what others do
words are a faulty part, a non-adhesive
trying to glue with water, today is the
day. today is the day but I'm just
screaming at God, well if today is
the day, then why I am at work?
why is there no time to think?
why are these people in this
bitter little town allowed to
exist?

Here's to hoping I'm beautiful
because I can't see what others do.