I wish at times that there was an island
for sad ugly girls to disappear to
As their hearts become too heavy to go on.
Then I remember that there is
And I am too much a coward to venture there.
So I’ll while away my days
And find beauty in the smallest of things.
I will fake my smiles
I will be the moon – reflecting the happiness of the world around me.
But always I will long
For that island made for sad and ugly girls.