(wanting to be something more, for her)
I can offer you sunshine on a mine.
Dripping muscles like every other kind.
She is poison like these windows in the sky.
He is motionless enough to get us by.
I am sick of being ugly in disguise.
I am sick of feeling ugly in her eyes.
I am sick of feeling ugly all the time.
Ugly all the time.
I can offer you comfort on the wave.
I am pointless like the flowers on a grave.
He is broken like the stitches of a wound.
I'm so damn selfish that I'll try to hide the moon.
I am sick of being ugly in disguise.
I am sick of feeling ugly in her eyes.
I am sick of feeling ugly all the time.
Ugly all the time. Ugly all the time.
I can offer you panic in a room.
Sacred statues are more than you assume.
He is spoiled (wasted/damaged?) like the karma of a knife.
So fucking greedy that he tried to take his life.
I am sick of being ugly in her eyes.
I am sick of feeling ugly in her eyes.
I'm so damn sick of feeling ugly all the time.
Ugly all the time. Ugly all the time.
I am sick of feeling ugly.