That Certain Special Ugly - The Red Chord

A flower for poor Rose, took the hope away

A life full of lies.

Bad joke.

Thanks, Mom

The bow breaks and the cradle falls

The ugly seed has been sowed

And as you know, it’s gravity that fucks us all, as pieces fall on top of us

You’ve looked it up and looked it and just can’t deny what you think

Research it all you want

Exam and deduce it whatever way it can

It sucks living life on the wrong side of the ugly stick

On impact the lungs collapsed

Cut two holes so I can breathe

The ugly face voice took all hope away

A life based on lies.

Bad joke.

Thanks, Mom

With a mug like this, you’re damn right I’m bitter

The worst joke they could have told is indicating

That there might have been a sense of hope

That looks aren’t everything;

that beauty is only skin deep;

That the world is not so critical and superficial;

And that people can be whatever they want to be

Because based on your appearance at birth

You may have just lost that freedom

There was a time that I could live without a sense of pride and a sense of hope;

A sense of face and dignity;

And attempt to survive on meals full of lies

That time is not now