In the back of my mind
in know what i will find
a knife waiting
a life hating
but that is what i will see
a distorted image of me
you tell me
that you see
pure and
absolute beauty
but all i know
is that your never home
after he ripped off my wings
sudenlly there is no shine in the rings
and now i see only
that i am lonely
every angel falls
but none fail
to answer all calls
and not leave a trail
which is hard to do
when your bleeding to death
to think it all through
when you at your last breath
