Ugly
True beauty lies in pain
To suffer is to triumph
Why are dead flowers more beautiful then alive ones?
Why are the silent always the strongest?
Why do the weakest last the longest?
The ugly are not the out casts
The truely beautiful are
The ones in the corner reading a book
Not caring if you stare
The ones you wonder about
And try to talk to for the fun of it
Yes
True beauty lies in pain
And life is just a sickgame
To suffer is to triumph
Why are dead flowers more beautiful then alive ones?
Why are the silent always the strongest?
Why do the weakest last the longest?
The ugly are not the out casts
The truely beautiful are
The ones in the corner reading a book
Not caring if you stare
The ones you wonder about
And try to talk to for the fun of it
Yes
True beauty lies in pain
And life is just a sickgame