I am a ship.
Something attacked me
I was drowned and wrecked
and left at the bottom of the sea
the sea of no air
no laughter or end
Why would I be laughing?
I have not one friend
I have no job, money, or face
If I was a fairytale, I'd be the least
There's plenty of beauties
but me, I'm the beast
I have no family
my parents are dead
since I was six, imagine that
no one there to sing you to bed
In my past
I've taken a few glances
At the knife on the counter
I like to watch how the light dances
out of my misery
I've found hope
something besides
alcohol and dope
Believe it or not, I've found love
but I think he is blind
to even look twice
at a light that refuses to shine
I love you with all of my heart
what's left of it anyways
here in your hand
my life lays
You can crush it
like everybody else in my past
Or maybe I can trust you enough
to take off my ugly mask
I'm similar to a ship
wrecked under the sea
But now, I'm in a museum
worth a million,
And everybody wants to be...me
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