finding ourselves again

chapter 23

Bella pov

I chose lucky to sing with Rosey and started sitting on the bar with our knees pulled up sitting across from each other first and I was in front of Mason and she was in front of Wade and Travis.

I've been a runner, I've been a fighter
I've been the fuse, hell, I've been the lighter
Taken every wrong turn down the bridges I burned
It's a bad reputation, but it's damn well earned
Gotta thank God that this ol' life ain't fair
There's only one way to explain how I got here
I got lucky
Well, ain't that somethin' for someone just like me
Who don't deserve a damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
And I know I show it then and now
But, hell, I chose it, yеah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I've been it all, I've been еmpty
I've had nothing, I've had plenty
Yeah, I've done the dance, too many close calls
More than most, most of all
I got lucky
Ain't that somethin' for someone just like me
Who don't deserve a damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
I know I show it then and now
But, hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I make sure I don't make it easy on me
But I woke up today, so that must mean
I got lucky
Well, ain't that somethin' for someone just like me
Who don't deserve one damn thing?
I know broken, beat down
And I know I show it then and now
Hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it
And it brings me to my knees
I got lucky
I got lucky
Oh oh oh oh

Rosey and I were standing back to back leaning against each other and we started laughing when we turned and looked at each other.

"I love and missed you sis!" We bent our heads laughing so hard now because we said it together.

Then America sweetheart came on and it was our favorite song for each other.

No, there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me, you can go to hell
'Cause I don't want to be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
The boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I
I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, hmm, now
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they
They said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready
Gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart
No, no, no