Angeline Rose

Love of the Loveless.
2007-08-05 23:05:58 (UTC)

What do you know about fair?

I sound like a whiny and pissy teenager;
But you've got to remember I'm a bit over 15, mentally.
I want you to look me in the eye, quit dodging,
and tell me you're wrong.
Look me in the eye, when heart is torn to shreds;
and call me names.
Call me names, and then tell me you love me,
your only daughter.

So if I needed your help,
financially, you'll help me?
And let's just say, you were married again.
Let's just say, you had another set of kids.
Now, this is where I need your help,
will you help me?

What if I were lesbian, would you call me names?
Would you call me dyke, fag, or otherwise?

You are so unfair.
You play the wrong card, my hero.
You're not a hero in my eyes, anymore.
Who saves you, when you're falling?
Jesus isn't doing that much.
Maybe he's telling you to get your head out of your ass.

You know,
when you yell at me
I turn back into the Angeline you used to terrify.
I can't help it.


You think this is easy?
You think you are right?
You think you are fair?

Look me in the mother fucking eyes,
and tell me how fucking right you fucking are.


You are my favorite hero.




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