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Confessions of a Teenage Catholic

You hate my purple hair You hate the way I dress You hate the ones I call upon When I am in distress They hate my righteous attitude They hate the way I drive They hate the lies I tell them In order to survive You hate my independence You hate the way I sing You hate my strange addictions And the consequence they bring He hates my hidden heartstrings He hates our time apart He hates the distance in my eyes When it’s not what’s in my heart I hate myself with you I hate myself with him I hate myself for being here Confused in wretched sin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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