still the black sheep
still the bad one
still take the door off it's hinges
still hiding my words
still apologizing
still in my room
still passively listen to your conversations
still want to keep my ears plugged
still only cover one
still crying
still jelous
still the little girl you saw with so much potential
I am still proud of myself
I still hold onto my decisions and beliefs
I still don't believe a word you say
