They don't even know me,
I am not such a bad guy.
I got to know the reason,
for I have to know why!

The ugly man loses out,
on what life has to offer.
Looks are what matters,
here alone I will suffer.

I just want to be loved,
is anything wrong with that?
For I was wrong to even try,
is where I see it at.

Sharing these feelings,
trying to take hold.
Nothing here for me,
only to leave me in the cold.

It's time that I lock it up
and throw away the key.
To bottle up my emotions,
to toss it in the ocean,
to never let them be.

It's not even worth my time,
just save my breath!
Why do I waste my time,
alone I drift till death.

Do I just keep it in,
or say what I have to say?
Does it really matter,
for I lose either way.

I promise myself this day,
never to speak of love again.
It will just bring me down,
will I ever see it then?

What's so wrong with me,
for these people to say.
See the lonely people,
they'll be hoping one day.

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