In a cold, empty room,I sit and lean on the door
I never noticed that tears already fell on the floor
Nobody's around to wipe these tears of mine
No one's around to make me feel fine..
How does it feel to be loved by somebody
the one who'll accept the real ME, & will Love me Sincerely
The one that Can See ME through my ugliest
The one who'll understand all my strengths & weaknesses
Are they searching 4 the perfect person?
Why?? ,, maybe that is their satisfaction
But cant they realize d Fact
that nobody's perfect,SO learn not 2 expect a Lot.
how does it feel 2 Be Loved so real?
right now melancholy is what i do feel
No one has ever Dared to love ME,,
I'm Asking myself then,,
"am i really that ugly?"
