Spoiled Rotten
Track 10 of Spoiled Rotten
[ Lyrics ]
If spoiled means knowing my worth — I’m spoiled rotten. Eight years old, finger on the satin dress, they said, “You don’t need that,” I said, “I do, I guess.” Not because it sparkled, not because it cost, but ’cause I wanted something that the world forgot — to treat me like I mattered, like I counted from the start. Now I see that moment — that was the first spark. They called it selfish, I called it truth, taught myself the language of self-love, in youth. I don’t ask for miracles, I don’t need a throne, just consistency, candles lit when I come home. Not a knight, but someone who shows, you know? The kind of love that moves like slow design. If spoiled means knowing my worth — I’m spoiled rotten. If careful means I choose the best — I’m spoiled rotten. You tried to shame the dream out me, it only grew. Now my life is soft, my love is true. They said no man would stay — “Too picky, too precise.” But he plans the weekend, knows I like iced tea twice. Writes my name in the notes on his phone, remembers I hate the sound of the microwave tone. It’s not grand gestures, it’s the daily things — the way he hears the silence my heart sometimes sings. I’m not hard to love, I’m just hard to fake. And he doesn’t try — he just stays in his lane. I don’t need a throne, I need a home, where my standards aren’t threats — they’re where I’m known. Not a flaw to fix, not a curse to fight, my discernment’s the bloom after years of night. If spoiled means knowing my worth — I’m spoiled rotten. If loyal means I don’t accept less — I’m spoiled rotten. You called it weakness, I called it grace. Now I wear my needs like a high-cut lace. That little girl? She’s still inside. She smiles when I rise, when I draw the line. She’s not angry — she’s proud, finally seen. I gave her the life she painted in dreams. If spoiled means knowing my worth — I’m spoiled rotten. If healed means I no longer beg — I’m spoiled rotten. You said I’d break — I built a crown. Now the whole world sees me — I’m sticking around. Yeah… I’m spoiled rotten.