Lost in a world of my own, my mind is drifting
I speak to myself when I need an uplifting.
I'm no longer weak, I've became a unique & sophisticated Statistic.
I'm no longer in a mental bliss,
So many memories, memories of good and memories of bad
if we didn't do this all wrong, think of the many more we could of had,
memories of us in the first grade,
now... begin to fade, as we both wish many more could be made.
I am Grace, the girl with an ugly face,
A big disgrace to all my race, Yes that is me,
What can I say, I have bad taste, and I am a waste in every case,
I get picked on many ways and get told on everyday,