Always nice. Always kind. Perfect manners. Clear mind. Never spat. Never cursed. (Except for that one time... Behind the door).

Spoken softly. In a quiet tone. Left the parties all alone. I drank my water. I waited in line. I learned French. I felt... divine.

Good girl? Not my style. Good girl? Not at all. Good girl... I tried the part. Wild and reckless. Unrestrained. Yes, that's me! That's me!

Eyes on the ground. Modest dress. Never showed any "exaggeration". Didn't flirt. Didn't tease. Didn't undress in front of strangers. (But she made friends easily..)

She said, "Hi." She said, "Good day." She did exactly as she was told. She polished shoes. Golden rule. She played an angel. I played a fool.

Good girl? Not my style. Good girl? Not at all. Good girl... I tried the part. Wild and reckless. Unstoppable. Yes, that's me! This is me!

The halo slipped. The wings fell off. The "perfect girl" is finally gone. It was boring. It was fake. Now I'm the chaos I want.

Yes, I tried. (For a minute). But it's no fun to be in it. Wild. Reckless. Me.