I like to drown my problems in tequila and I love to complain but I was thinking that I'm the only one who can do this. I'm the only one who can be who I want to be. And all the bastards and bitches in my life are just one small aspect of the tears that I cry. The absence of my heart is not what I call worrying. It is a step ahead of those who think I'm stupid, those that keep pointing me out my mistakes. I nod yes, but boy do I got them fooled. 'Cause my bubbly pink brains know better, in Retard Ville we know best.
We know and feel that you're not a friend, we know and feel what your true thoughts are. I leave you hopping to let you take away everything that was mine, but you'll never be who I am. From this day (well actually the day before yesterday), I will quietly fight against those who show their boobs to get ahead of me.
I'm alone, and I stand where I stand, I'm happy and I don't need them to get where I will be. I know there is a lot of myself to explore, and from now on I will dance like the best, I won't colour like any other would and I'll bleed as a heroine. Hey bitches and dickheads, just remember ...
BABY WILL GET WHAT SHE WANTS, 'CAUSE SHE DON'T MIND SLICING SOME THROATS ♥
With love,
Retard