We envy them, and they forgave us
We have killed their hope and yet they still Love us
I've tried to let you see, That this is what's become
Of me
So many second chances, Days spent on grief
Yet how would you remember, The pain
Dying with nothing to gain
Tears wash away the evidence
Of the traitous ways we been
I want to become clean
From the things I've seen
We want to be them
Pride is burning our skin
Afraid of being alone and unaccepted
We long to be free, To be ourselves
They are the brave ones
In this world of hate and disgust
Angel's with clipped wings
We want their trust
No one stands alone they say sometimes
But nor have they heard a story like mine
I want to be an angel
But I'm already in the devils hands
We stab them with our words
We hurt them with our hate
They choose not who they love
It's already fate
Who are we to despise what they are
Becoming what they know
We don't know who we are
Yet we steal that from them
Your god is different from mine, We say
But they believe in what we do everyday
A book can't control my life
But it controls everything for you
Disgusting, abnormal, Un-Human
Are their names
But if we contain so much hate
Aren't we the same?
I want to become an angel
But I'm not ready to come out
I don't want to be hated, Disgraced and hurt
But I hate hiding in doubt
I know so many who hate them for the beauty they have
Jealously carries within every being
The angel's with clipped wings, Which are the bravest of us all
Who we smear with our blood, Our hate
Are the purest
And now you laugh and mock me
Because I dream of become a angel
I don't want to be despised and disgusted
But now I see who's the one I should despise
And now I know I was never a devil
My wings had already been clipped
