I search days and days,
and remember we're on our separated ways,
You threw me down,
and left me to drown.
Why am i suffering?
is it the end?
all these questions,
that will never blend.
I threw my hand,
into the deep glass on my own command,
The glass in my skin,
bloods dripping, i know i can never win.
Taking paper towels,
covering the blood,
but then i think about it,
and let the blood flood.
i can never be perfect,
i can never be those pretty models on T.V, that are always correct,
looking at my face,
i wasn't pretty, and then i got lost in space.
I look in my soul,
there lay a broken doll,
not pretty, never pretty,
you loved me to give me some pity.
I cut my face,
never making this a disgrace,
never pretty, never lovely,
just like the broken doll,
inside my soul
