Bacchae Everything Ugly
I stay so busy
I am making myself sick
I'm so tired of my complaining;
My indecision and bitterness
I've got this feeling
And it's spreading like a bruise:
If I'd've known being grown
Was aching, I'd've said
“God, what's the use?”
Everything ugly
Comes to the surface;
But I say I'm doing fine
Everything ugly
Says without purpose:
“You're wasting all your time”
I made a long list
Of the people I had f..cked;
Pathetically, I whispered to myself:
“This isn't long enough”
All my exes: having children;
Getting married, buying homes
I can't even keep a promise;
How do people fall in love?
Everything ugly
Comes to the surface;
But I say I'm doing fine
Everything ugly
Says without purpose:
“You're wasting all your time”
Everything ugly, everything ugly
It's voice is so unkind
Everything ugly thinks that it owns me;
It tells me all the time
Everything ugly, boring and dirty
But I swear I'm doing fine
Everything ugly, everything ugly
Everything ugly, everything ugly
But I swear that I'm alright
Everything ugly, boring and dirty
It's bitter and unkind
Everything ugly, tries to destroy me
But I swear I'm doing fine
Everything ugly, everything ugly