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everybody looks at me like i'm the same as others

but i kno thats not true cause i look just like my mother

i have the same face

that leaves a weird trace

from the ugly train

that will leave u crying in pain

i wish i were a beauty

so people could call me cutie

its unfair

the way people stare

at my looks

like im some kind of book

its a shame

some treat me the same

and others run away

when i try to play

alot of people lie

because they dont wanna see me cry

my looks are so bad

its makes my family sad

i hate my freakin life

one day ill end it with a knife

or maybe i'll become ill

from an overdose of pills

i know im not loved

i'm just shoved

away from it all

people just stand there to watch me fall

but soon it will end

and u won't have to wotty about me wanting to b ur friend

cause im not gonna strive

to stay alive