I hate the world today. You’re so good to me, I know, but I can’t change’ tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe
I’m an angel underneath, innocent and sweet. Yesterday I cried must have been relieved to see the softer side. I can understand how you’d be so confused. I don’t envy you. I’m a little bit of everything, all rolled into one.
Meredith Brooks, “Bitch”