Why do I live if I can\'t ever possibly love myself?
They say I\'m ugly, I\'m my daddy\'s daughter.
I have his same rough skin.
They don\'t envy my thin, I\'m too skinny.
There is not one ounce of confidence in me.
The world views me as a poor thing, not worthy of giving their time to.
So I\'m starving off the isolation, wishing love would find me.
But love looks at me and it would rather go blind.
I\'m so ugly.
Why did my mama marry my father?
My father is an angry man, always complaining and calling me retarded.
I\'m an angry girl, only wishing for his admiration.
To tell me I\'m his angel and console me when the world shows me hatred.
But I\'m so ugly and my daddy knows he is too.