I spend so much of my time apologizing for not fitting in the boxes people have made for me. I'm can't neatly fit in the drawer you've labeled for me. The only person who needs to approve of my decisions and my behavior is myself but I find myself feeling guilty for not being what people expect or want. My momma has wondered aloud why I need and seek her approval, because if I were a grown adult, nobody's opinion would matter but my own - and I'm finally starting to get there.
That was a long, dramatic way to say that I've started listening to a whole lot of country music lately and I don't want to be ashamed of it any more (okay, it applies to a WHOLE lot more, but I find this amusing). It's been my little secret (well except to people on my commute to/from work - I blast it with my windows down; that, combined with the fact that I'm a white girl driving a Prius with logos all over it makes all the people of Mid City stare at me as I drive by).
"If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
If you're gonna be somebody's mistake
If you're gonna be somebody's first time, somebody's last time,
baby be mine
If you're lookin' to be somebody's 'just friends,'
A little laughin', little lovin', never callin' again,
that's just fine
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak...
Be mine
Oh, be mine"
"...oh I'll take my chances"
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