It's getting late

All right
As the excitement fades
And I begin to feel
The bruises on my back
From the bathroom floor
I wonder
What if it's not ok?

Hello you
Meet me
I am not one
To think twice
I'm a wild sort of girl
I like to risk it
That's the fun part
And then find out what my chances were
That part's hit and miss

Some people might not
Approve
But I just don't know
What to change
What to keep
How much of me
Is me

Shouldn't I be
Me?

Or maybe I should keep
Trying to be
You
Again.