Hope you’re listening Want you to hear me I got a lot to say And get off my mind You dragged my family name through the dirt I kept my mouth shut, digested the hurt Towards the end I heard you talking to another Two months later, you were calling them your lover
So what makes you think that you’re better Better than anyone?
[Chorus:] You’re no angel You’re no angel And no heaven would want you now
Did I jump too soon, reaching for the ledge Pull myself up to you. You stomped my finger tips I called and asked you back You said it didn’t matter But no one knows that ‘cause then you wouldn’t be a martyr
So what makes you think that you’re better Better than anyone? So what makes you feel You’re more perfect More perfect than everyone?
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Is there any good you think about or are just all the bad times that we had Stored in your memory? Found a photo from eight years ago that made me smile and wonder how you’re doing So what’s wrong with me? I guess lashing out makes it easier, something to sing about just makes it easier Why can’t I let it go? No, I won’t let it go ‘Cause I’m no I’m no angel Why would anybody want me now?