Beauty curse

How sad is beauty 
when it destroys your path
How the coverings of makeup used never last
The facial expressions that the TV is switch on
The face
When you first discover you could be loosing the race the minute you were born
Nothing left but the door of hope
All else has already failed even the dope
The only thing left that's taking a stand
is the gun that hasn't been fired from my hand
Still can't get over the image of this pretty face
an how no-one in Hell would take its place
I was born into this cruel world alone 
now I anticipate soon leaving for home
All I got left is this pleasant face
that still stands strong to enter the race
A curse that was given to abide with me
I never shouldn't shared it with someone to see
If you could see what's hidden beneathe these sheets
Their once rest a past life of defeat
The only great thing I received from it all 
Never live ashamed of taking a fall