Tough girl in the fast lane, no time for love, no time for hate. No drama, no time for games. Tough girl whose soul aches (...) I may cry ruining my makeup, wash away all the things you've taken, and I don't care if I don’t look pretty; big girls cry when their hearts are breaking. I wake up alone.
All I know is everything is not as it's sold. But the more I grow the less I know. And I have lived so many lives, though I'm not old. And the more I see, the less I grow. The fewer the seeds the more I sow.