Bad Girl

Maybe you want a bad girl,
And I'm just a bad girl gone good.
My whole life is in a bottle,
And I drank it to the bottom.
I'm nothing left but glass on the shelf.
And I fill empty spaces with smoke,
Like a magician that never spoke.
But now I speak my mind all of the time.
And I refuse to hide all of the lines,
In between the spaces in my mind.
This is just me.
The past looks so bad, it used to feel so good.
I'm just a girl who thought she never could,
And here I am making something out of nothing. 
And nothing is scary, this empty bottle I carry.
I'm just a bad girl gone good.