By Annie K.  rczaej@aol.com
Date: 13 September 1998

Not giving up

Cinderella believing in fairytales
once
Wench believing your lies
now
I know I ain't no saint
but I'm closer to it than you
You took my heart and set it on cold
You know I'm better than her
the one you warm up to
Yeah, I saw you
arms round her toothpick waist
lips in her bleached smoky hair
she's done all your friends already
why should you be different
Tore me up
then
I'm numb
now
Pain fell like rain then was gone
Anger's dew still sits though
keep your "but I still love you's" 
for those who want them
the ditzy airheads who fall for them
I ain't no cheap trick
I'm just the one 
who foolishly fell for yours