All the world loves things of beauty and intrigue
These two things I've never had one
Born in this old skin. I'm too sick I can't win
I've lived with this damage too long
My eyes can't behold it, I cannot control this
This feeling that's left in my heart
I've never done no wrong, I don't deserve these bones
Please burn up this sin when I'm gone
And I said that this is ugly to me
The world is ugly to me
You are ugly to me
And I am ugly to me
I haven't become all I want to be
I haven't become anything I need to be
I haven't become all I want to be (Suffocate with me)
I haven't become anything I need to be
(Suffer)
Why can't you look, why can't you look at me
See what I see
Why can't you feel, why can't you feel like me
Feel what I feel
Why can't you hurt, why can't you hurt like me
Taste the pain I feel
Why must I die, why must I die for you
When it's the ugly truth
Well it's ugly
It's making me painless
Why can't you look, why can't you look at me
See what I see
Why can't you feel, why can't you feel like me
Feel what I feel
Why can't you hurt, why can't you hurt like me
Taste the pain I feel
Why must I die, why must I die for you
When it's the ugly truth
Well it's ugly
Ugly was written by Scooter Ward.
Ugly was produced by Ross Robinson.