Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.
It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.
Never accept evil as something you must walk with, something you deserve.
Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.
Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me
And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.