Two Faces
I feel like two people. On one hand, I am the good daughter. I follow rules and help out around the house and am nice to my parents and get great grades. On the other hand, I am cruisin the net -- against the rules. But what can I do? Ifound myself here, by this computer, and it was calling my name.
Here is the other thing. I LOVE my boyfriend. He is kind and gentle and nice and listens to me and loves me and anytiing else that you can think of. I LOVE that, and I need someone like him to love me. But . . . I don't know. I also want to be a little wild and break some rules and just be kinda crazy and have fun. And he's, well, he is so calm. And good. And quiet. He's not really wild and crazy. And that's good, really. But I just want to scream sometimes. I want to sneak out and get drunk and ride around with people who are only supposed to drive one other person, and istay out all night. But he wouldn't want to do that stuff, and I don't know what he would do if I did. I can do it anyway, like with my girlfriends, but it feels weird. Like a double life.
Maybe you don't have to be a bakcstabbing bitch in order to wear two faces.
Here is the other thing. I LOVE my boyfriend. He is kind and gentle and nice and listens to me and loves me and anytiing else that you can think of. I LOVE that, and I need someone like him to love me. But . . . I don't know. I also want to be a little wild and break some rules and just be kinda crazy and have fun. And he's, well, he is so calm. And good. And quiet. He's not really wild and crazy. And that's good, really. But I just want to scream sometimes. I want to sneak out and get drunk and ride around with people who are only supposed to drive one other person, and istay out all night. But he wouldn't want to do that stuff, and I don't know what he would do if I did. I can do it anyway, like with my girlfriends, but it feels weird. Like a double life.
Maybe you don't have to be a bakcstabbing bitch in order to wear two faces.