i am the last of my kind
the one that is fake
the one that is true
the one that wishes never to dream 
only to awake
the one that is prep
but a little bit punk
the one that has a rep
as being a "good girl"
just itching to get drunk
the one who is said to be pure
this of which she is unsure
the one who is saying wait until marriage
but for her this truth is only an image
the one who always tells the truth
with the occasional big lies
the one who acts so happy
while on the inside she dies
the one who is true to herself
while she is breaking apart
the one who said shes going to be happy forever
when happiness is the least emotion felt
the one who sits there and makes fun of those who feel
while she is at home writing poems to help her deal
the one who feels guilt for the people shes hurt
only to go back and hurt again
the one who is oh so sweet
only to commit another sin
i am the last of my kind
as you can so tell
i am fake and i am real
never knowing which way to turn
never really knowing how to deal