With a teardrop & a whimper, I say my final goodbye
Ill never be beautiful to you
So I starve my life away
Maybe then, one day, youll think Im pretty
But I know you never will
Ive never been called beautiful from your lips, your eyes
My best friend says it
Funny, he always means it too
Beautiful, uttered so simply from peoples lips.
They love to call the skinny ones it
Yet love doesnt exist.
Society tells us beauty
Society feeds to us the meaning of love
Looks as though I have the short end of both.
I gave out my heart
Only to have it broken
Given back piece by piece
I was so naïve to think
You, of all people, saw me as beautiful
You, the most shallow of them all, was to
Think I was beautiful
Oh my pitiful mind
Oh my wretched soul
& my damned heart
Maybe one day youll tell me Im beautiful
Beautiful just the way I am
If so, youd never mean it.
You would lie, looking into my eyes,
Looking into my soul
& seeing it break into a million unfixable pieces
And you would laugh.
As my feelings would pour forth in the form of
Blood, beautifully flowing from every part of me
Then, as you continue to laugh & to scorn me
With a teardrop
I breathe my last tortured breath
And with a whimper
I say my final goodbye
My is finally released
Beautiful & radiant, you laugh
Because Ill never be beautiful to you