Dealing with others isn't my thing
I don't have grace in any movement
I've few attractive aspects of my being
Not able to dance, and I can't sing
I can't even do these in my dreams
My flaws and dark side are proven
And inside a rebel is seething
Unable to properly think
For all the opposition to everything
That burns in my tiny little mind
When I am on the brink
And empty is my heart
My soul well scarred
My flesh blue from dying cells
From living in this private Hell
Found inside me
Found deep in my mind
Where love is rare
And the light is dimmed
I am but a shell
My flaws illuminated by sin
