Im just a little girl,
Who have dreams that she brought within,
Who have pain she’s hiding deep in,
But please don’t see me as a weak little girl,
The naïve little girl is only the body I live in..
As breathing started, it’ll stop I bet it will,
But I am still here, still in the body I live;
Don’t tell me what you want the little girl to be,
I love just being me..
I like my hair too be messy,
I like to be mysterious rather than being seen,
I don’t talk nonsense, I am just boring,
I am not looking for attention, it’s not my thing..
I don’t bother if you think I am fragile,
I don’t bother if you think I am too polite,
Or think I am not going to fight back and just keep it inside,
I don’t even listen if you go insane laughing at me,
Telling me ‘oh, come on be a bit wild and crazy!’,
Do you mind if I said,
’it’s not who I am, I don’t live to be silly’,
I don’t go to Leeds to be as smart,
I don’t be a bimbo to get men’s heart,
I don’t like to be perfect and trying too hard,
Because i am not living to please your heart
I don’t wrote to impress you,
I don’t whine of my imperfection,
I just love to hide in the little girl
And this is just the way I want to be..