I don't talk the way I should. If I could just fit in I would. I'm the new chick in the neighborhood. . I don't dress the way I could. Sometimes I'm bad but it's all-good.
You can hate me but what do I care. Everything from the tattoo on my wrist. To the color of my hair. You created like a seed in the ground. You water me down with anorexic superheroes.
Once there was a little girl. Who lived in a little house. Left there by her little self. Quiet as a little mouse. . In her bed across the hall. Awake with the TV on.
Observation. My situation. Ain't looking up. I'm having stupid suicidal thoughts. . Complication. My hesitation. To cut you off. Has put me at a total loss.
I wanna find peace like Mahatma Gandhi. Wanna drink champagne and be cool like Blondie. Buy a backpack, let's leave the country. 'Cause if I got you, I'm gonna be alright.
Like everyone else in Hollywood. I'm good at make-believe. I know how to make my entrance. But I don't know how to leave. . 'Cause this time it really hurts.
They always said you were unhealthy. Wouldn't be there for me, but I knew different. They always said that you would break me. Bend me and forsake me, I wouldn't listen.