Sick of my self help book

Enough of the therapy sessions

Still hard to be here, honestly

Sick of the dos and the don’ts

Whatever I do I’m prone to loose direction

And sincerely not tempted to make it better

Does that make me a bad woman?

Cause every time I try to make me better

Something knocks me down, bad woman

Maybe I am, maybe I don’t care

For now I’ll be on my knees

Wearing my mood on my sleeve

Not a treasure to see, honestly

Make up all over me

Sticky, icky, messy

A nightmare in a woman’s body

And it’s not how I wanted it to be

Does that make me a bad woman?

Cause every time I try to make me better

Something knocks me down, so I try to

I mean really try to

Climb back up to see if I really can

Find this love within

I’m finding sides I’ve never seen

Look at me I’m a bad fucking woman (yeah)

Every time I try to make me better

Something knocks me down, bad woman

Maybe I am and that’s okay

A bad woman (yeah) cause everytime I try to make me better

Something knocks me down, bad woman

And maybe I am