Do you think I didn't exist before you
Think I was goody two-shoeing until you came along
That's a story I told myself and other people
In truth I was practically feral
Loaded and climbing trees
Sleeping it off in the grass during Trey's late-night set
Giggling in a tent
Basement sex followed by third-floor sex etc.
All those dubstep parties
I don't think partying makes you cool
My point is I've done more than has been acknowledged
My point is I knew what I was doing
My point is I'm not a princess in a high stone tower
Do you think you're as good as you've wanted people to think you to be?
Kindness doesn't arise from fear
I've pretended for a while now
I'm still stitching the stories together
Let go of my motherfucking hair
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