i'm ugly the way garbage is ,the way i'm cast to the curb, look at me and something's missing ,kiss me; i can't feel it,

dirt rubbed in my hair, my shoes sqeaksqeak from the rain and,

walking dejectedly under faulty school lights, you press your mouth to mine

hungry for passion, but that's just it baby,

i'm done feeling anymore, like i used to,

i've locked my heart up to the world and, no one's bothered to look through the garbage meto find it. theoretically i should be beautiful,

because theoretically a lot of things should happen,

but they don't.