Mood: down
Fat and ugly is what I am
It’s not a matter of depression or loss of words
I can’t understand
It’s true, it’s sincere, it’s me and what I do
Fat and ugly is what I am
The more they tell me
The more I come to terms in my head
Thinking thoughts that should be forgotten
But never do they leave
Fat and ugly is what I am
It’s the truth those that are willing to tell
I could smile and pretend to give a damn
But I really don’t, so why should I bother
With such a trivial matter?
Fat and ugly is what I am
No matter who tells me what they think I am
I know me, I know my body, mind, and soul
They can’t change what I know
Fat and ugly is what I am
Not even God could persuade me
To believe in myself
Or any circumstance of chance
That is said to come my way
Some awful sunny day
Fat and ugly is what I am
I’m dead inside already
So what does it matter to murder
My self esteem
I will always be
I will always see
The truth in my eyes
Reflects from yours
And here we stand
I feel alone now and unafraid of my circumstance
Take me in and hold me down
I won’t wrestle
I won’t drown
Keep me where I am
So that they can understand
Fat and ugly is what I am