i tried to be strong, but baby your the right kind of wrong.
I don’t want love or romance I just want someone to put their hands on me.

Because you know me right? You know me so well.
You know everything about me, my influences,
what hurts me,what helps me, what haunts me,
you know it all right?
You know what I’ve been through,
going through and will go through don’t you?
You know all my choices and the reasons as to why I made them, right?
Listen, think what you want when you come and mouth off about how ridiculous,
or stupid, or slutty or dumb or ugly or whatever else you want to call me,
but remember that you don’t know half of the story,

and I doubt when you’re pointing the finger,
your own slate is clean, is it?