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Tell me that I'm the perfect angel,

I'm just a slut in disguise.

Tell me that I'm the innocent victim.

I'm the rapist of your mind's demise.



Don't label me with your brand name sorrows.

I'm unique just like everyone else.

Don't blame me with your superior excuses.

I buy the crack that your mama sells.



Love me.  Hate me.  Contemplate the shit

That you throw, the smiles that you fake.

Bury the hatch after stabbing my back,

With memories of the past that you make.



Tell me I'm a good kid, the ideal student.

I'm the flunky, the high school drop out.

Tell me that I'm the one my friends look up to.

I'll turn my back at the first sign of doubt.



Don't try and place what is already lost in my hands,

I'll drop your ass and laugh in your face.

Don't try to part me from what I believe in.

Or I'll be forced to put you back in your place.



Love me.  Hate me.  Contemplate the shit

That you throw, the smiles that you fake.

Double cross the one that never was clean,

Clutch the mourning of the soul you did break.



Love me.  Hate me.  Contemplate the shit

That you throw, the smiles that you fake.

I was the half ass that fell into your trap.

Now I'll be haunting you in your every wake.



Tell me that I'm the average teenager.

But the truth is I'm the queen of queans.

Tell me that I'm the one you've been waiting for.

Ironically nothing is what it seems.



Don't try to feed me that load you call love.

Just another fall through Hell's misery.

Like a hot ride in over drive, right over the bridge.

An explosion, implosion of what can never be.