Who I am - draft 1

Boy, you've changed, you've become a man
We were just young gutterpunks living and spiraling
But now we're older and we've got a plan

Who I am, just in case, is who I have always been
Every day I change, but my cores is still the same
Remember those days back, way back when

Im a holey pair of jeans, boots and a tank top,
A mix of wild black hair, deep brown eyes and
I've got a heart of gold that will never stop

sometimes a little reckless and out of control
A rebel without a cause or reason to rebel
I'm a mix of country music that comforts my soul

and heavy metal guitar that confounds my mind
I'm a poet and an artist, a country girl on extreme
I care for all that is mine and these ties that bind

I have my Daddy's tongue and Momma's temper
Got trouble holding myself back when I am riled
Sometimes my mouth could use a filter

God shook his head the day he built me
Knowing that I was troublebound.
Oh but, I bet he smiles at the memories

Always been a little fiesty, wild and unruly
Half redneck, a punk inside, a mix of american pride
I'm not reckless, but dangerous, absolutely

I'm a cross around my neck and a cussword on my lips
A hero honored with dogtags jingling against my heart
And the knife always slid between my jeans and my hips.

Got my Daddy's flag and unending pride
The strength inside holds me true until I'm alone
Knowing he'll never know how much I cried
Sometimes I'm a little too intense and don't know who to be
But I know I can't be normal, I can't pretend to be the girl you want
I don't know what to say except Crazy has nothing on me

I'm not right, not even a little, but maybe I'm just right for you
All our talks and endless planning, daydreams and instant bond
I'm sometimes a knockout, sometimes a mess, are you ready to see this through?