If you really knew me,
You wouldn't recognize me.
I'm not a little girl anymore;
I've grown up.
8th grade was a while ago.
A lot has happened since then.
You take so much credit
In who I've become.
A good-girl turned suicidal.
Suicidal turned bold.
Bold turned stubborn.
Stubborn turned bitch.
Would you like who I really am?
I've done things that then
You couldn't have paid me to do.
I sure hope you're proud.
You're a huge part of who I am,
There's no denying that.
But would you really want the world
To know all that you're responsible for?
Do you want the credit
For the scars he has to deal with?
Are you proud of the tears
Shed on their shoulders?
You're the reason I don't like her.
It'd be great if you would
Let her know that for me.
I'm not the bitch I seem.
You don't know who I am.
I've changed more than
You or anyone else
Ever would have expected.
So thanks for all the help,
For the examples, the reasons.
Thanks for giving me ammunition.
The ass behind the bitch. |