Love

Some are told how hot they are,
some others have fun at a bar,

Or at a disco, in a club,
and others lifes - are just fucked up.

The pain is slowly getting deep,
but I dont cry or even weep,

I try to make it even more,
I feel like beaten to the floor.

I feel like it's what I deserve,
for using up the others nerves.

Love may be something to achieve,
But I will just make others leave.

I am just ugly - in and out,
It's nothing special thereabout.

Those who I like, I realize,
Won't get them - not in thousand tries.