You never pretended to be something you’re not.
I like that, I like that a lot.
I still think you’re lying.
To yourself, to the world.
Then I would, you’re preprogrammed.
One of them, you’re a girl.
There’s a reason they’re the start of this world.
Both within rumour (all bad I’m afraid)
and then within voice and a touch I should say.
More so always in trouble, the centre of drama.
Life is a B*tch but then so is Karma.