I can't bring myself to face the truth
Beauty is just not a part of me.
I'm constantly just fooling myself
thinking that maybe I can be pretty.
I try and I try but It's just no use
It's just not meant to be.
Maybe if I just starved myself,
maybe I could be skinny.
No matter.
There's just no use
there's no reason for being
so maybe a pistol might help.
I'll just finish what I've got to do
and just take a nice, long sleep.
Blood's no matter,
I don't care.
I wouldn't have to clean it up...
I've fooled myself long enough
and I've already given up.
I try and I try but there's just no use
I'll never find no love
because people here are just too shallow
I'll never move on up
to a place of peace,
cause I'll always reek
of stupidity amongst myself.
I try and I try but there's just no use
I've already given up.
I'm done being strong;
my mind's made up
Don't worry when I'm gone.
I'm done trying
I'm done lying
to myself and those around me.
This thing in the mirror-
It's actually me,
so I'm done with the stupidity.
I guess It's true-
cameras don't lie,
and over an image I'll never cry
but I'm through being jealous
of b****es on earth
so I guess to the dirt I must return.
Blades, water, I've tried it all
but this pistol is the quicky...
So let joy sound in the night
with a BANG I leave the cities.
