Yeah, I’m beyond pretty
And my days are full of pity
but when things get too gritty
She says “It’s ok. Don’t worry.”
She has her own strife
in her own confusing life
And stills survives
She says “It’s ok. Don’t worry.”
I’ve spat and I’ve swore
In my internal civil war
But she couldn’t love me more
“It’s ok. Don’t worry.”