Who I am (the Long version part two)

when I was the age of nine
things at home where far from fine
mom could care less if we were clean or well fed
but somehow we still had a warm bed
but we were wild children my bother and I
and when teachers asked questions we were taught to lie
our shoes too small and our clothes too tight
we were wild and all too willing to fight
my mother taught me to be wild and to be me
and if you got to know me, so wild I no longer be
i have been tamed by society, though being wild is being me
i shed my clothes to reveal my stripes and spots
but having sex is not on my mind when I am naked and have the hots
nice cool water is what I'm after
and a long night full of laughter
my mother once taught me the meaning of a full moon by going catfishing
and star fall wishing
my dad made me see my flirtatious ways from a young age by the side of the water
but I was just a kid and the guy couldve been hotter
one of the few times daddy dearest showed he cared at all
was once I tripped and had a nasty fall
then middle school started and I fell in love
with a guy who was a true believer in God above
broke my heart when I moved far away
but I am sure he didnt miss me a single day
I fell in love with a boy who broke my heart
made my little heart shatter all apart
I had my first boyfriend when I was fifteen
he stole my first kiss and I thought him mean
he told our whole school he slept with me
I dumped his fat ass and fell in love with another somebody
but this one was older and I was sixteen and him a mighty eighteen
and when he broke my heart I turned nasty and mean
then fell in love with the boy who made me hurt so bad
and he broke my heart again and made me go even more mad
then I fell in love with the virgin monk
but he couldn't love me right, couldn't stop messing with my funk
I fell again for the boy with the guitar again
but like a fool more heartbreak i was doomed to fall in
then I met Him the first boy who came back to me
who wanted to date me, love me marry me... ME!
then he went and joined the army
now i wait for him to come back home to me
and he made me feel better towards me and he makes me happy
tears are the blood in my life
and heartbreak the cutters knife