One day all the beautiful people will die
and there will only be people like me left alive
and we won’t cry as we say our goodbyes
because only beautiful people cry.

And after the ugly has buried the dead
we won’t have to worry about what goes on in our heads,
no thought that we have will ever be bad
because only beautiful people go mad.

The ugly will laugh and move on,
no care in the world that the beautiful are gone.
The sex will be rough but never enough
because only beautiful people make love.

They’ll be no love, just ugly faces.
No smiles, no tears, no graces,
just fake, ugly deals, nothing’s real
because only beautiful people can feel.

-T 
 

(Source: puck-and-peaseblossom)