There is a self-destruct built into beauty. Roses that are pretty get cut first, made into bouquets, were they wilt, and they die. They end up in the trash. Ugly roses, they remain on the plant, or their leaves are dried. Preserved. They don't die soo quickly. People work the same way. Those pretty people, they fade off faster, we forget them easier. But the rest of us, we don't forget each other. We remembered to love each other for something other then our looks. The superficiality doesn't even break the surface of what we see in them. But the beautiful ones, they're gone in a flash, we'll forget them as soon as they leave the room. I may have been born to die....but she, she was born to die quicker.