I’ve spent two long years trying to be better
I try to act as normal pretending to be fine
Like there’s not a box in my closet filled with razors
Oh the irony of it all
Its shaped like a heart
My family spent those years ignorant as hell
Not noticing what was happening to their daughter
Like they didn’t see the scars on her body her mind and her heart
Oh the irony of it all
They refused to see
And now, I’m not afraid
Now, I’m not scared of what you’ll see
And now, I’m not afraid
Because there’s beautiful songs
For ugly kids like me
I’ll be perfect for months and suddenly its ruined
By a heartbreak, a razor, and a sinking stomach
A suicide note written in the midst of September
Oh the irony of it all
It was signed with a heart
My parents spent those years not caring
I only knew when someone I didn’t know noticed
Because someone I’d just met could see me better than family
The irony of it is
I don’t care at all
And now, I’m not afraid
Now, I’m not scared of what you’ll see
And now, I’m not afraid
Because there’s beautiful songs
For ugly kids like me
There will forever be beautiful songs
For ugly kids like me
