Thinking back to what was said... My angel shattered upon my bed.
Washed away with tears alone, that fragile state that she's outgrown.
"I'm so confused" she says now once again.
And tries to hold on while it's wearing thin.
She talks about faith but she's so afraid.
Sweating with guilt, that's how she was raised.

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Send it down to me.
Oh, all that I can't see.
'Cuz in my world of pen & ink,
it seems I don't know what to think.
"It's what my father believes, what my mother believes,
what my preacher believes, so me too...
What my brothers believe, what my sisters believe,
what the world believes so it's true.

Into her pillow now she wheeps...
Awakened from their tale she wants so desperately to sleep...
A world that makes her feel so small.
She says "What's the purpose of it all?"

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Down and down and down now she slips back..
too many years of fears and wishes to retract.
Back to the shelter of good and bad...
she tells me my views are so sad.

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Love me and hate you.
Grow me inside you.
Trust me, you need to.
You made me to control you
and I'll change you and I'll waste you
until reality will never even phase you in plain view.
the brainwashed warden of your mind's confinement!
Just a sheep and I'm your fucking tyrant!