I'm not a pretty person,
And I don’t wanna be known,
For anything but being me,
I still have feelings left,
Even if I try to hide them,
And I know I can't be perfect,
But I try to be the best I can,
If I could just disappear,
Then I think it'd be better,
But its not gonna change,
So life’s all the same,
A lifeless waltz,
On a dance floor of hatred,
Drifting along,
I'm still wondering why,
Everyone wants a pretty angel,
Life’s not fair,
But nothings gonna change that,
So I'll just live along,
Or die alone,
I don't really care which way,
I'll just fall for it all again,
Lovely as it seems,
Life can't show happiness,
So like everything else,
I'll just whither in disgrace,
And hope from below,
That it won’t notice me,
Wondering what it's like,
To feel anything but numb,
Haunted I'll wander,
Hoping it’s all worth this,
I just wish I could...
Cry,
And be alive,
Not a desolate victim,
Of this emotionless dance floor,
In this reality,
Does anything matter at all?
Will it been seen to be true,
If I just sit and lie to you,
Hoping I won’t fail this,
And keep the lies I sprout to you,
But all won’t disappear,
The traces left as the tears run free,
The red trails,
On the white surfaces,
Let the pain drift into the abyss.
