Like Air.

I’ll tell you about my story,
Before I further go
My name is Kira Simbeck
I guess you deserve to know.

I live near the woods, in Utah.
Between the mountains and the lake
Other than the fresh, clean air
The sight is really great.

I’m a fiery eight-year- old,
And the smartest they can get
If there is one smarter than me,
I haven’t met them yet.

I have long black hair,
And brown eyes
And a very short fuse

I’m as stubborn as a mule.
I never aim to loose.

Well, I have a temper, see?
I admit, I get way too mad.
You wouldn’t wanna mess with me.
That result would be very bad

With all of this trouble going on
I'm under premature stress
It's been going on for a few months.
Such a gory, tragic mess

If you rub me the wrong way
I promise you I'll snap
I'll kill you in cold blood.
Simple as that

If you mess with my sister
You'll never see the last of me.
I'll make your life
A living hell
And I can do that very well