Ugliest Son - Diarrhea Planet

Look inside and tell me

That I’m the ugliest one

Turn around and see me

Coughing up blood

Spilling out my sickness

For everyone to soak in

And let bake out in the sun

All we want

All we need is some healing

A kind of push

A kind of shove

To get me moving

Attract a smile

To try and get that feeling

To try and stop the slip

That got me reeling

You’re reading into this too much

Or maybe I’m just not enough

You tell me that I’ve lost my touch

But I’ve really just given up