Sometimes i see pictures of you and realize that you're not ugly in person because the pull is there. Because you're perfectly applied makeup hides it all. but really, there's nothign fascinating to you. nothign beautiful. and i know you're insides are just as ugly. just as plain. just as big and bland and colorless. I know you've no pretty pictures inside, no brightened dreams, no real cuts or bruises to call your own. i know that you're nothing.

and then you shot those arrows aimed at my heart and i spread my arms to give you easy access and i let you bleed me dry. But, i hope you know, that right now, i know your word means nothing. Because all you are is practicality that has never felt. You are fear that hasn't been inspired. You are a coward and all you can do is comment and never act.

Know this, i see you, with all your flashsmilecolor gone and who you really are and i know how ugly you can be.