I'm not your angel, darling

I ain't got no sob story to write.
But just like everyone else, I'm living this life.
And you don't need to win me over,
and there ain't no other side to shelter me from.
I'll belong where I decide.

But you say:
"We don't mess around.
You've got no freedom to come down.
We don't take angels from the sky.
Oh, no we don't mess around.
You're meant to be among the clouds,
'cause you're an angel."

But that's a lie.


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