Ugly
She's ugly when she cries
Blotchy red rings around her eyes
They'll stay swollen for awhile,
but she looks so damn pretty when she smiles
She's ugly when she cries,
and I can't answer all of her whys
I don't need her anger in my life
she'll be fine
she'll be alright
but maybe she's terrified you'll go
maybe she's never felt more alone
maybe she's curled up on her closet floor
maybe no one's seen her like that before
And maybe she's talking to herself
pretending she's talking to you
maybe it's better for her to hide
she can't know what you would do
Maybe she put her words into a song for you
for you to listen and love, and sing along to
and "Oh My God her words ring so true"
but maybe it's a cry for help
maybe she doesn't know anyway else
maybe she bites her knuckles to stop her yelps
maybe she holds her breath cause it's shaky as hell...
Because I'm ugly when I cry
Blotchy red rings around my eyes
they'll stay swollen for awhile
but I'll look so goddamn pretty when I smile
No, I'm ugly when I cry,
but you can't answer all of my why's
It's okay, you don't need my pain in your life
I'll be fine,
I'll be alright
Yes, I'm terrified you'll go, I've never felt so alone
I'm curled up on my closet floor- no one has seen me like that before
And I'll keep talking to myself, pretending I'm talking to you.
It's better for me to lie and hide, I don't wanna know what you would do.
But I'll put my words into a poem for you,
for you to read and love, and clap along to,
cause "Oh My God, her words ring so true"
but believe me, it's a cry for help
I haven't learned anyway else
to say what's on my mind
without starting to cry.