I'm proud. So
proud
to be ashamed
of the things I
done
and the places I
seen.

The people I've
been with
have led me to
sin
(that's what you
call it)

And there's just this
quiet denial
you're not willing to
let go
of
so you
smile
yet never
blink.

So I'm
proud
to
be ashamed.
Like I done some big wrong.

Aren't you proud of how
good
I was
for
you?

I'm such a good girl.