Broken Beauty

I know that I'm ugly,
my face is what I hide,
people always judge me,
I wish they could see whats inside,
I have to many problems,
I always have to cry,
put some roses on my door,
and wait until I die,
the roses that you gave me,
has just faded away,
the beauty that was inside of me,
no longer has to stay,
when I look at a mirror,
it just breaks apart,
leaving me a demand,
and a nasty old broken heart,
if you look into my eyes,
this would be all you could see,
the ugliness deep within,
the witch inside of me.