Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...
Is it bad that I think of you everyday,
Is it bad that I dream everyday of what we...
So here I am back on this stage,
Letting you guys know my words...
It's hard to say goodbye,
Especially to a passion...
I never understood what I was,
I never was able to write that easy...
What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...