Imperfect Girl

I like being the imperfect girl.
The one with all the messy curls.
Who doesn't care if she brakes her nails.
Wears whatever she wants to wear.
Screams when she sings,
And rubs the smudge her eyeliner brings

The one who plays for the meaning of fun.
She'd sit in the moon rather the sun.
Who can't get enough of life.
But doesn't care at all for strife.
Turns up the radio and shuts off the light.
Likes to head-bang and rock out all night.

I like being the imperfect girl.