I pretend it doesn't matter
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to avoid the hell I'd catch
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Deception hidden, in time,
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can spark a fiery match
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Once again I'm fooled
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by someone that I trusted
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Broken so many times
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I say I'm fixed but I'm still busted
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Deep inside I muss carry
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All the things I feel
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This pattern strains with
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every word but we will never change it
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I would rather die unheard
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than speak my my mind
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and take the hit
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Trusting is too dangerous
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I'm like the tin man rusted
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Broken so many times
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I say I'm fixed but I'm still busted
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Deep inside I muss carry
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All the things I feel
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[REFRAIN:]
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I'm a little angry
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I may smile
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But I'm a little angry
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True love makes the world
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go round and round
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And what you don't know
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won't hurt you (so they say)
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But what about the little things
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(that eat away)
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That poison all your pretty thoughts
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and darken all your days
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All the things I feel
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[REFRAIN]
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Angry
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Vixen |