rebel

A smart word for your anger and your grief,
he stole your life and took off like a thief,
Wish that cursed fruit would up and leave,
It's too bad that, you so late perceive,

There's blood pulling around your brothers chin,
a couple hundred years before you two were friends,
there is always a time of love and then it ends,
it's too bad, you don't stop this trend,

You're loved, You're hated, and your entertained,
You've got no husband but a thousand rings,
You're good God was waiting at the door,
it's too bad, that make Him wait some more,

Well I can hear the sound of rain, and it's a reign of fire,
There's a new dress being sent to you, resurrection was required,
I don't like your smell these days but what more can I do,
than hope you finally give in to someone who cares for you.