She thinks she's ugly when she doesn't look like them
She beats her soul out...she has nothing, she won't fit in.
She thinks her mirror image is uglier than she is
but now she's dead inside...her soul is distant
Her eyes are painful from the tears she shed.
Her wounds are clotted from the blood she's bled.
Her cries are soft and her heart is tender.
Her lips are sown together, her soul has surrendered.
She doesn't care about living and she doesn't care about dying
And She'll never find the strength to end her crying