am so ugly when i cry
i dont want to cry
it hurt so much
i can be sad if i try
i know i walk a fine line
between depression
its sad but its mine
want to hear me whine
i block out all who cheer me
cheer me up with a shopping spree
no i wallow in my sadness
when someone tries i flee
i feel comfort in my sadness
i know you think this madness
that i want to be in the sadness
so i dress for the mess
feeling sad is my comfort
so leave me to my utopia
it so much better than a resort
thats all i have to report