I don't try to be pretty, no, lipstick doesn't mean I care, just cause I spend more than 5 minutes on my hair, doesn't mean I give a shit, so fuck you too. I'm not pretty no, I'm not cute, there are a few that would dispute, but no... I'm not. I'm not real smart, yeah I got my part it a couple things, I can't sing for shit, couldn't tell you a low E from a high A, fuck I face everyday, with dirt on my face from the week before. I don't stand out, not anymore, I'm just average in a big big world, with all the pretty boys and girls, that give a shit and try to learn, they can fucking burn. I'm not angry no, but everyone seems to think so, you know, when I say something they don't like, they call me a bitch or a whore or a dyke, sure I care but they'll never see me cry. No I'll just keep masking pretending to be desensitized, hiding behind my lies cause, I ain't pretty, I ain't smart, I ain't angry, No I'm not a work of art, I'm me ... you say I'm not free I'm inclined to agree, but I'm me and I have a window in my cell, you have nothing but your warped values in this hell, I can see out, I know what I'm about, so run away run away, bury yourself in your smoke, I hope you choke... cause you care, and I don't... try to be pretty.