you call me

you've called me
a slut, or whore
a two faced bitch

And for what?
tell me, please do
I'm just me, thats all

I may not like wearing cloths
I may tend to fall in love easily
I may not be able to let go so soon

And I still don't know right from wrong
But its who I am and not how I look
I know that I've made bad choices

But is it right to condon me for mistakes
the same mistakes that I've been trying to fix
all along, please baby I love you, still to this day