Notes from 1999: Acne, My Agony

Now reached its acme,
Making me extremely funny,
Like an agg smashed on me.
Bonney wouldn't be happy,
'cause face is where she watch constantly.

Acne, my agony;
Now she may flinch,
And turn away from me,
Simply I no more a match,
To light up her beauty.

You see,
Beauty is the treaty,
Binding you and me.
If you have an acne,
You'll understand my agony.