I wasn't born beautiful.
Insecure... crooked teeth, "special feet"...
eyes of fire... I watch as they praise you.
struggling to let go of the past that haunts me.
my secrets revealed, choosing my drug of choice.
I abused myself with my inner fears..
Watching as they praise you.
I wasn't born beautiful.
Insecure.. crooked teeth,"special feet"
taken from me my pride, daddy's little girl.
betrayed by those whom call themselves my family
for years I've sat alone in my room writing my inner most deepest emotions, as you torn me down.
damaged my things, took from me, but they praise you.
daddy's little girl, was replaced..
you are not my family, I wouldn't help you even if you asked.
I pity you, I laugh at you...
stabbed in the front, not once not twice..
my whole existence.
bitter soul..
jealously...
pity..
laughter..
daddy's little girl, replaced.
welcome to hell...
I laugh at the sight of your struggles...
I wasn't born beautiful.
Insecure... crooked teeth, "special feet"....
I secretly hate you, and wish you misery.
To watch you lose,
fills my soul with laughter..
beaten by my words,
Insecure.. crooked teeth, "special feet"...
Why me?
You betrayed me, daddy's little girl replaced.
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