What makes me, ME?
What makes me, ME?
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| What Makes me, ME!! |
It is the clothes I wear; the darkness I fear. It is the glory of my face, the angst of the phase...
Frightened with the wind, sometimes I drove off with a jolt. Daddy taught me how to revolt…
When I was a child, I was scared to fly… Like I was always cynical to say goodbye...
I grew up tasting the dust, being savage was my lust…
Ruining my dress, cycling in the rain. Drenched in the water, I forgot the pain...
Never giving up until the last shot, racing down the street with boys, I loved to play with their toys…
The wrinkles that mask my euphoria, leading my troop like Victoria
The tanned skin that flaunts my inner charm, defines the patience I have retained so far.
This is how life made me a Rockstar….
The wounds on my body that show off my heroic rout, winning the battle with every knockout…
The fussy rugged hair show how much sweat I have invested, there were times when I even protested.
Momma told me to be calm and polite; it never worked with me… wild was my copyright.
I never stop, I never go down. Pride is my crown; I never slow down.
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