Dear Angel
by April Sixth
Dear angel of mine,
Where do I start to express how I feel?
Well, my love's gone blind.
Now all that I feel is what I hear.
Your words rip and tear
Had a bad day, don't talk to me, gonna ride this out.
My little black heart breaks apart, with your big mouth.
I'm sick of my sickness. Don't touch me, you'll get this.
I'm useless, lazy, perverted, and you ha