Am I an ugly girl?
I always wanted to believe otherwise,
but all of them boys show me differently.

I walked around with a warm heart to give,
and cold shoulders turned my way.
Leaving tears on my pillow case again.

With the prettiest of friends,
I am left by the side, the best friend again.
How can wallflowers be invisible?

Then someone saw me and I thought the cold wind has blown past.
But I was the slave and I was in pain.
Ugly girl's foolish dreams.

I sing I dance I wear pretty clothes
but nothing hides the ugliness that they see.
So this is all an ugly girl can say.

June 2001