i tried to be the perfect daughter. i was a good teen. i hardly drank. i only ever went to one party. i never did drugs. i took the harder classes. i did well in school. i didn't rebel.
i wish i had. teenage rebellion. that's when it's supposed to happen. when you're a teenager.
now i'm an adult. all on my own. but i can do it, right? i can.
i can be who i am. i don't have to conform. or is it already too deep in my bones the rules you set.
i didn't want to be a bad kid. i tried to be the perfect daughter.
but i can't be perfect if you don't accept the part of me that makes me want to love. i can't even be happy. i tried to be the perfect daughter. but perfect is fake.
