I Am Who I Am
they said i had no home,
since i acted "bad to the bone",
all dressed in black,
punked back.
Is it a crime,
to like something of mine?
they wanted me to be pretty,
they wanted me to be preppy,
i said I'm not a girly girl,
its just a bore,
to talk all smack,
but never fight back!
i feel so dull,
just talking 'bout this bull
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