I tried hard to mend my wicked ways. Acted like a lunatic for years. Lord knows I try to be good. I'd keep my promises if only I could. You count your blessings that I can't rely on you.
It's been a crazy time for us. Of pushing all our limits. Snapping necks and breaking balls. Now you'd have done the same. . But you were baking biscuits.
I'm no Barbie doll. I'm not your baby girl. So I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes. And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines. I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed.
Tell me, please, what little girls are made of. Sugar and spice and all things nice. But we can bleed for a whole week straight. Every month, and the pain doesn't faze us.