Don't know how I got here,
how I left me in the first place,
I know I don't belong here,
just another pretty, fresh face
But I play the part so well
recite the lines on cue:
take it in and spew it out,
all that's missing is a pew.
My inside's slightly crumpled, slightly patched up, slightly worn
My shoes are scuffed, my makeup's rough, my hem is all but torn
But I'm not so shy, not so quiet,
not so quick to please-
but watch me long enough and you might catch me on my knees.
Can't promise that I'll stay,
but I hope that I don't go.
Maybe I'll be better this time,
but the only way I'll know
is if I throw aside the bullsh!t,
try to write from what's within;
shrug off the facade,
to be reborn again.