Ashlee Simpson

You think you know me
Word on the street is that you do
You want my history
What others tell you won't be true
I walked a thousand miles while everyone was asleep
Nobody's really seen my million subtleties
Got stains on my t-shirt and I'm the biggest flirt
Right now I'm solo,
but that will be changing eventually, oh
Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me
I hear you talking
Well, it's my turn now
I'm talking back
Look in my eyes
So you can see just where I'm at
I walked a thousand miles to find one river of peace
I walked a million more to find what this sh*t means