returned, undeliverable due to death

OK, I am in an Alanis mood. I have been listening to the junkie album. The first time I heard this song I cried. I felt she was channeling my mom. I imagine this is how she felt about my former stepdad. I wanted to print the lyrics out and mail it to him with a copy of the song. I wonder if he ever feels bad?

At my sisters 25 surprise birthday party, he was there. He hugged me goodbye and told me he loved me. You love me? You don't even know me. And when you did, you beat me, and my mom, and my brother in the front yard, with boots on. You sick son of a bitch. I would feel better if you told me you hated me, now get the hell out of my house.

But, he is my sisters father (and I use that term loosely the selfish asshole), and the grandfather of my niece. I have to be civil. Luckily, I don't ever have to see him, only hear about him. One day I will send this to him ....

Sympathetic character

I was afraid you'd hit me if i'd spoken up
i was afraid of your physical strength
i was afraid you'd hit me below the belt
i was afraid of your sucker punch
i was afraid of your reducing me
i was afraid of your alcohol breath
i was afraid of your complete disregard for me
i was afraid of your temper
i was afraid of handles being flown off of
i was afraid of holes being punched into walls
i was afraid of your testosterone

I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you

you were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character

i was afraid of verbal daggers
i was afraid of the calm before the storm
i was afraid for my own bones
i was afraid of your seduction
i was afraid of your coercion
i was afraid of your rejection
i was afraid of your intimidation
i was afraid of your punishment
i was afraid of your icy silences
i was afraid of your volume
i was afraid of your manipulation
i was afraid of your explosions

I have as much rage as you do
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you

you were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character

you were my keeper
you were my anchor
you were my family
you were my saviour
and therein lay the issue
and therein lay the problem