I see you look at her,
With all your hopes so high,
Then I see you look at me,
With such disgust in your eyes.
To you she's just so perfect,
Flawless in everyway,
me, I am imperfect,
And I see this everyday.
It hurts so bad inside,
To love you like this,
'Cause I'm not the girl,
Who brings you much bliss.
I cry deep inside,
'Cause the thoughts in my head:
"Your just to ugly,"
"You should be dead."
Im sorry I can't be like her,
But will you just see,
That I'm not as imperfect,
As you might think?
So just leave me here,
I'll suffer and bleed,
As long as your happy,
I'll die here in peace.
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