your my peanut to my butter ; your
the star to my burst; your my m to
my m`s your the pop to my tart « -
your the milky to my way; your the
fruit to my loop; your the help to*
my mend but mostly ur my very« -
b e s t . f r i e n d
Alone? I'm beside you. Afraid? I'll comfort you.
Need a hug? My arms are yours. Hurt? You can
cry on my shoulder, I don't promise to solve your
problems, but at least I'll cry with you. Why?
Simply because I care and I love you.
Don’t think I’m a bitch because I speak
my mind and you can’t handle it
have you ever had that empty feeling` inside
of you.....like no one cares or loves you back
feeling ; as if you would of c r i e d .. no one -
would be there to wipe away the * t e a r s *
i ain't even gonna get mad no more
you just got to expect the lowest from people.
you thinking “oh no, she didn’t ” bitch please
it’s more like .. “god damn she did it again ”
My ex boyfriend keeps my name in his mouth,
Because he knows I got mad flavor.
people say ive changed. but the truth is.. i just grew up ..
or maybe it`s just that you never knew me
unless you’ve lived my life - don’t judge me
because u don’t - never have - and never will
know every little thing about me
ii am perfectly || -»unperfect
cause qiirl`s that are perfect
[| arent r e a l |]
everyone sees who i appear to be
but only a few know the real me'*
you only see what i choose to show
there's so much behind my smile
'-» y o u . j u s t . d o n t . k n o w
you know what you hear and sometimes
what you see but you have no idea what
its like to be me
i don't spend my life trying to fit in with the rest
cause it's those who are different who get
. r . e . m . e . m . b . e . r . e . d
im a bitch and i say it [[.loudly.]]
if you don’t like it [[.fuck off.]]
cuz i represent the name [[.proudly.]]
What you think about me is your opinion
What you know about me is what people tell you
What you think you know about me isn’t me at all
I don’t know if i’m getting better of
just used to the pain
i been through the struggle and found
a piece of mind but time after time a
girl still gotta break down and cry.
When I think the shit’s over, theres
this little voice in my head that says
-- nah its just begun
if i had ['one'] wish to make . . . it would be to
have no reason to make one -{wish}- at all «3
thugs scream it
hoes whisper it
. q0t fellas l0okinq at me like [| d a m n |] .
. sayiin they wanna hit it like [| s l a m |] .
. i d0n`t hop out // i slide 0ut \\ l0okin like a kn0ckout .
. sh0w a little thiqh // make a thuqsz eyes p 0 p o u t .
. if i had the chance to qo back & do it .
. all aqain.. i w0uld do it just the same .
. she q0t those thuqsz in check f0r sure .
. shakin a little s0methinq ;* jawsz dr0p .
. on the fl0or ; kn0ck out b0dy with the .
. sparkling eyesz ; she walksz in the .
. r0om ; h0esz roll their eyesz ; jeal0us .
. bitch cuz y0u aiin`t q0t no qame? shit .
. y0u hoesz are all the same ; hatinq on .
. the ones that q0t s0methinq q0iin ; y0u .
. just mad cuz y0ur ass aiin`t f l 0 w i n .
. whether itsz stillett0 heelsz or puma sneaksz .
. this qiirl damages y0ur mind || y0u can`t speak .
i*d rather be alone and lonely than trying not
to be myself, because being fake just doesn't
get you anywhere except a place where you
sooner or later won*t belong to since you*re
always trying to be the person that you aren't
