I'm as ugly as i seem.
worse than all your dreams,
could ever make me out to be.
and it makes me want to scream,
when its Halloween,
and the kids are all laughing (at me).
the rouge,
is a bank he's never broke,
worth as much as a joke,
that no one is laughing at.
can you believe somethings are not,
appealing as a spot,
on the ceiling of my childhood bedroom?
and, it's these dreams that you can't imagine,
will never match the vision,
that you have decided for me.
you want to take away from me,
things that are mine,
and it's not your right.
ill bet you wouldn't expect a fight!
can it be,
that i don't want what you want.
and the only thing i could care for is a place in a home that is safe and warm?
judge yourself,
if you feel the the need.
let me known to be,
in search of the truth myself.
there is a drop of blood on the ground,
and it seems to me that its not my kind,
i cant be sure if its yours or mine.
im as ugly as i seem,
worse than all your dreams,
could ever make me.