Treasure Island

Dark Angel

(19th Sept 1983 / Nairobi Kenya)

Let Me Be


Let me be the brat
the one who never listens
the one who always gets her own way
the one who never follows instructions
the one who knows what she wants

Let me be the bitch
the one who women despise
the one who gets hated on
the one who does things her way
the one who is proud to be me

Let me be the mysterious one
the one who no one ever understands
the one who is unpredicable
the one who comes and goes
the one who lives her own life

Let me be 'that girl'
the one who no one really knows
the one who intrigues
the one who's life is messed up
the one who is still proud

Let me be
Let me make mistakes
Let me be
Let me learn the hard way

Submitted: Saturday, October 21, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 25, 2010
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