Father, Son and Holy Spirt.

why doesn't he grace my skin with beauty like all the others.
why doesn't he stop the fighting of the hopeless lovers.
he never stopped my bleeding heart.
now im just a bag of parts.
little girl
little girl
the whispers of the angels
no ones here but you and me,
why cant you see im begging on my knees?
the prayers go unanswered.
im trying
im trying
why wont he understand?
i paved my way to hell today,
i cut my first line and he keeps saying its fine.
he wants more.
but what more can i give?
this is the last drop and thats it.
ive screamed and ive kicked
but either way - im still his bitch.