Who Am I
That is a good question
Well I'm nothing too special
and I'm nothing too great
I'm just simple
Who Am I
I'm just a girl
I'm not a high matience Barbie
I'm not a slouchy Tom Boy
I'm just your down home Kentucky Girl
Who Am I
I'm a girlfriend
Who loves her boyfriend very much
and would give her life just so he could live another day
Who Am I
I'm a daughter
Who tries her hardest to make her momma and daddy proud
Who Am I
I'm a sister who keeps all the ***** little secrets
Who Am I
I'm a aunt that is the best in the whole wide world
Who Am I
Simply put I'm just me
Toni

Of all the ****** that i like,
The best would be of lace and white,
But then again, there's so so much,
There's even knickers with no crotch!?,

Those little bras for beginner *****,
Or leather gear, for naughty moods,
And not forgetting Bridget Jones,
Come on girls, we've all got those ones.

Those yummy corsets **** us in,
We'll shake our hips and bear a grin,
To tantalise and tease men so,
Our ***** with tassels on, so guys can, ahem, grow.

Those fishnet stockings cost a bomb,
But ladies, that's why we put them on,
We feel so ****, and so do they,
So that's why we get them to pay.

Silk and satin, black or red,
Or going commando instead,
What then girls, do we love these things for,
Because they'll only be scattered on our bedroom floor?...

Here I am once again lying in the ***** street,
Waiting for someone I know I may never meet,
Wasting my time with things like hope and belief,
Looking for a savior or a source of relief,
Walking with a shadow with a mind of its own,
Opening scars that have been many times re-sown,

My soul and my heart have left,
I can breathe in and out at best,
Defeat has been imprinted on my ugly face,
And I wear the crown of this dead and gone place,
My home has become the cold wind and the freezing rain,
My best friends have become the cold shoulder and constant pain,

This heart that I have lost has completely become my shame,
And all the while I count my loss I slowly forget my name,
You can speak to me upon the street and there is nothing I would do,
For if we really were to ever meet I would not remember you,
And all these faceless memories crawling in my skin,
Will soon totally consume me from within,
And air will cease to destroy all that I have in this earth,
And life will die and I will no longer let air cast its curse,