Description: i did some changes on this take a peek
God's Angel .... Satin's Son -------------------------------------------
You like play miss innocent
Nothing you’ve done is ever worth mentioning
See in your eyes your god’s angel
And he is satin’s son!
You won’t even admit… getting your hand caught in the cookie jar
Let alone the fact that you have played the game of jepordy with this life of mine (your own child)…
That you are the source of our current headach.
I will no longer allow you to use me as your personal little scapegoat
I will no longer be bribed into doing things out of empathy!
You will no longer allow you to have this control over me
And as for you…
You’ve done your share of pain… upon me
I awake in the morning feeling less humane…
Feeling worthless, hopelessness…
And here you’ve killed my dreams
Giving me deceitful hope
In having that father figure around
NO … instead you took an upper hand with me..
Of the current situation
Used my naive mind…
To indulge your sick thoughts…
And here I have turned from
An innocent little girl
To your couple of fixes a night!
You pull these strings others do not see
You put on a performance in front of others
But I know better
For I see the true side of you at night
When I cry out for comfort… but I do not receive any!
Now tell us how you really feel! hehe. Seriously though, props on the re-write. I like this version much better. Your choices of words sounds much more "mature" and "accomplished" than the first version. The structure is great, and the emotional coloring comes through loud and clear. Inspires me to be very pissed off...