Draws her in, saves her soul then spits her out and leaves her to die in her heartbreak.

Angel 2 You, But Devil To Myself . . .

Tears falling from the sky,
Words of a tired lullaby...

The black quill in my hand
Moves of it's own accord,
The Ravens last earthly thoughts,
Expressed in inky words.

Upon my grave lies not a rose, for none remember my name,
And on the headstone are written the words, She died for her love in vain.

All ways waiting for my knight and shining armer to come around riding a nice white horse

When other little girls wanted to be Balletdancers,
I kind of wanted to be a Vampire

I am the dreamer with soft, pure eyes
Who sings the sweetest lullabies
No one hears me, but I hear my dreams
I am possessor of the peaceful sleep

When sorrow sleep he dreams of you... he has never had a nightmare

These feelings that she hides are hidden no more.
On her arm they are always worn....