When am good
Am very very good
When am bad
I wanna be very very bad
I want to be loved
Oh I want so much to be loved
Is it too much to ask
Why should I wear a mask?
Pretend that all is well
When nothing is well
I want to break free of this pretence
The bad times in past tense
I refuse to be good any more
Do what is expected of me any more
I want to dance in the rain
I want to sing despite the pain
I want to punch some on in the face
Yell for them to get outta my face
I want to eat chocolate when I wish
Any food whenever I wish
How many frogs must I kiss
To find the one I would miss
I want to be bad
I want to be mad
I want to be happy
In an otherwise life so crappy……
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