I don't know if this could be used as a backstory Or not but I'm considering it
Ali: so you want to know my backstory? -chuckle- well if you insist
-clears throat-
Sit back now let me tell you a tale where justice does not prevail
About an ill-fated life so very full of strife
Where two wrongs do not make a right so...
When I was born I did surely scorn
My proud parents' name then their lives went down the drain
Drove them insane my birth was a curse
I bit the nurse
Oh, but I love the worse
I deserve to be slowly submersed
Dried out then laid in a hearse
When I was two I poured super glue into my father's hair
As he sat unaware in his arm chair much to his dismay
Had to cut it all away
Oh, but it felt great
I deserve to be cut and filleted
Then tossed about in dismay
Until the pieces melt away
I am not a bad gal
Even though I do bad things
Very bad things
Such horrible things
But it's not quite what it seems
(Not quite what it seems)
Not quite what I seem
Ah hell,
It's exactly that it seems -laughs-
When I was four I'd wait by the door with a knife in my hand
And the most devious plan it would be quite grand as the mail fell through the slot
The sharp edge he got
oh, but I love the thought
I deserve to be tied in a knot,
Broken bones and blood clots
When I was six I used to trick the next-door neighbor's son
In the woods we would run, time for fun
Hide-and-seek has a cost he would be forever lost
Oh, but I love to scoff
I deserve to have my head lopped off
Hidden and covered in moss
Until this memory's forgot
I am not a bad gal
Even though I do bad things
Very bad things
Such horrible things
But it's not quite what it seems
(Not quite what it seems)
Not quite what I seem
Ah hell,
-giggles- It's exactly that it seems
When I was eight I used to hate the color of my house so as quiet as a mouse
I burned it down to the ground when no one was around
Oh, but I love the sound
I deserve to be quickly put down
Rotting six ft underground
When I was ten I used to pretend to drown in the sea
'Til they'd come to rescue me
Then proceed to laugh in their face such a disgrace
Oh, but I love the taste
I deserve to have my brains displaced
All over a fireplace
Until this life has been erased
I am not a bad gal
even though I do bad things
very bad things
Such horrible things
But it's not quite what it seems
(Not quite what it seems)
Not quite what I seem
Ah hell
It's exactly that it seems
When I was twelve I used to delve into evil schemes just to elite screams
Boost my self-esteem pushed my sister down a well
She just fell
Oh, but I love to dwell
I deserve to roast deep down in hell
Where no one can hear me yell
When I was 14...
-sigh- nothing much happened...well
-chuckle- there was that one time!~
...
-laughter-
I am not a bad gal
Even though I do bad things
Very bad things
Such horrible things
But it's not quite what it seems
(Not quite what it seems)
Not quite what i seems
Aw hell
It's exactly that it seems
When I was 16 life was frightening
My brother was quite dull so with laughter in my skull
Pushed him in a hole then buried him alive
He barely survived
Oh, but I loved the cries
I deserve to be battered and fried
In an electric chair set on high
Even then at 18 I still hated things like this padded I call my home
No friends, no phone, no life to call my own
Here I will lie until the very day I die
Until my blood begins to dry
And I return to the darkness
From whence I came~
So...
I am not a bad girl
Even though I do bad things
Very bad things
Such horrible things ~
But it's not quite what it seems
Not quite what I seem
Aw hell
I'm exactly what I seem
