Where is my beauty?
Where is my beauty?
You killed my soul's beauty
You destroy everything around you
The destruction is both internal and external.
Where is my beauty?
Where is my beauty?
Now my ocean is like a desert
Now my flowers can't grow up
Now you're laughing loud
Because you planned it.
Where is my beauty?
Where is my beauty?
You turned me into a monster
A monster screaming for your blood
Because you destroyed my ways
And now you're crying like a victim.
But I'm the victim
I have losses
You're happy
You're cynical
I want to scream
I want to die
I want to kill
You fucked my mind.
Now you're proud of yourself
I'm in the shit; I'm in the hell
Now you're proud of yourself
On the screen I'm the villain
For this I want to kill myself.
Where's my beauty?
Where's my story's version?
I'm crying alone
Any value for my version?
Where's my beauty?
Where's my beauty?
Is there something inside yet?
Is there something inside yet?
Is my beauty a thing to forget?
Where is my beauty?
“Where is my beauty?” is a poetry written by Victor dos Anjos.
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