I wonder how soon death will approach on swift wings.

I hear rock music as my walls vibrate.

I see a room that needs to be cleaned.

I want to lie in bed listening to or playing music.

I am the girl nobody wants to get.

 

I pretend to be happy, deceiving everyone.

I feel funky and alone, a weird combination, I must say.

I touch the rough strings of my electric guitar.

I worry about nothing.

I cry to God.

I am the chick that keeps you guessing.

 

I understand I've changed and no one else has.

I say everyone is fake.

I dream of things that'll never happen.

I try to be real and independent.

I hope to rock on 'til I die.

I am the fearless, rocker babe that nobody gets.