Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

You open up and what you gain is another hole Reaching out for a hand and I know The fear of losing all the trust that it craves And feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess Well I was right but what else

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

This is who we are This is what I am We have nowhere else to go Divided we will stand Into glory we will ride We are the ugly Beaten and torn Brooding with power and ready for more We are the hungry