I want to be a good girl
but I hate myself instead
and I just want to lose hurt
but I'm broken and brused,
pained like hell.
Someone, tell me that you love me
open your arms whide and care
teach me the living, show me
how me how others learned to dare.
Listen to my words, my longings
and also whipe my tears away
take me to a place where I belong, this
is not somewhere I want to stay.
I long to be a good girl
but all I am is bad,
I want to be a good girl
but for that I should be dead.