Some days I look even worse up front than from behind
A weary crone in need of readjust
My dried up, scarred old face besieged of wrinkles and debris
My body dressed in sleepwear and whatnot

All my awe is gone
Getting up just make things wrong
My image on the whole
Some days I look like a troll

Mirror greets me with a frown
A drill that makes me blue
Is it gonna be one of those days?
I will give in to the curse, the hair day I am shoved
The warm sheets calls me back for an upgrade

All my awe is gone
Body barely scrapes along
I'm way down in a hole
Some days I look like a troll

This mood leaves me looking like a ghost
I'm coloured like some ash of nicotine in a latrine
Hair's falling out (It's falling out)
My face is sore (His face is sore)
Look like a troll

I'm breaking like the wind
Shantytown would think me flawed
My shadow tries to wend
These days that I look like a troll

All my awe is gone
Legs in pants just goes down wrong
I'm quite a bad eyesore
Some days I look like a troll

Look like a troll!