𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬

I'm never pretty

At least not pretty like a flower could be

I'm never pretty like she

Like the way that her face constantly glows in the sun

The way my eyes and hair would spark already gone

I'm only pretty in the dark

Only pretty when my features are blurry and i remain nothing but a vague shadow

Something far away, something you cant reach, something you'll bring up and then quickly lose your speech

I'm not there i don't exist and i'm nothing but a dark sight

While everyone else is the night sky is shining bright

Killing myself in an attempt find the cause of the invisible non existent disease

Why do i only look pretty in the deep night breeze

I am only pretty when in my Brain the light is out shut, not showing a single spark

Why am i only pretty in the dark