joscelyne

I'm no Barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things
I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to the core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging
On your every word
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud

Why do you love me
It's driving me crazy

You're not some baby boy
Why are you acting so surprised
You're sick of all the rules
Well I'm sick of all your lies
I've held back a wealth of shit and
I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with a
Word stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I
Tell you I don't feel good
Nothin ever came from nothin, man
Oh man, ain't that the truth?

...I get back up and I do it again