I swear I'd do it all again.

I'd love for just one more star-lit drive down Skyway Avenue.
Your eyes, how they sparkled; shined just for me.
And my heart, I swear it beat just for you.
Oh, it almost jumped right out of my chest,
Just at the mere thought of letting you
See me at my very best.

We sat with the music shaking our seats,
My worrisome eyes searched yours for relief.
The wind blew our hair, set a glow to our cheeks,
Your hand searched for mine as we rode 'round the streets.

They Call Me;

Bitch. Whore. Beautiful. Slut. Sweet. Cunt. Amazing.
Fun. Fucked up. Wonderful. A Bad influence. Best friend.
Liar. The best listener. Shit talker. Shit stopper.
Good. Bad. Ugly. Fake. Down-to-earth. Awesome.
Hilarious. Stupid. Smart. Worthless. Rebel.
Stuck up. Unique. Lazy. Helpful. Huggable.
Nasty. Shorty. Loved. Hated. Hypocrite.

You make up your mind what you want to believe.
I know who I am, and I don't need you to tell me.