I saw a man who was caring, Kind and good looking, patient and loving. He'd say, "You're my priority, Cause' you're my everything." And when I said, "I'm so ugly," He'd say, "You're perfect, just the way you are. You're enough for me, my one and only." And one day, when my hair turns white, He'd say, "You look like an angel, shining your light." And if my body changes shape someday, He'd say, "Oh my god, you look beautiful today!" But unfortunately, He only exists in my imagination. In reality, the winner is beauty And the loser is personality But others say, "I love your personality." But why does a pretty face always win? Why can't I have that kind of beauty? Am I destined to be a loser forever?