Rolling

She's just like me, and that’s why I love her. Old, weathered and worn, Put through the paces twice over, and she just doesn’t quite. She doesnt know how to. Shes a diamond with cracks, she wont break easily. She started off like everyone else, but you still cant assign her one category. You can try to judge her, you'd be wasting time, she doesn't care. She floats by you, making you take a second look., and she's dressed in pretty things to hide the scares. Me and my board are one. Its shows where I’ve been, and will always take me where I need to go.