Angel.

The Corrupt The Petty The Fake
They try to drain me, see how much they can take
I try to protect what’s deep
The Me inside
And I try to keep myself
Internalized
They don’t think I see Them
Undress me with their eyes
I want my clothes on
I want to leave the Filthy Ride
But They want to try me
Take me out on a Test Drive
Utilize me
Brutalize me
Hang my soul out to dry
They must know I see them
Look at me with pathetic eyes
I want to close Them all out
Close out all the Lies
They call me a Train-wreck
A Beautiful
Fucked-up
Mess
But you call me Your Angel
And it’s too late to save you