They stand there staring, wondering; who is this girl? This anomaly, this enigma, this Maverick, this trailblazer?
Well, she’s no one really. No one and everyone all at the same time.
She’s a beauty queen with bruises on her arm,
she’s the bipolar therapist in the background of your nightmares.
She’s the world’s most brilliant moron,
she’s the slow-motion car crash you can’t stop watching.
She’s your morbid curiosity and your most intense desire all rolled into one.
She is flawed perfection and twisted sanity; she is the song you can’t stop playing over and over. She’s the one you’d rather forget and the one you’ll always remember.