And the lowest form of life is me
I found this out in the beggining.
Later people said that I was wrong
Then left me forever as they walked away grinning.
When what is you is someone elses plaything
Its kinda hard to see,
While they sit and call you beautiful,
They dont mean a damn thing.
And how can I still be hopfull?
Why do I continue to sing?
To be honest Im not quite sure,
In the begining I was the lowest form of life
In the end
Who will I be?