All the wishful thinking
won't ever do...
She hears the words of hatred come from their...
wondering which one she's going to have to live...
An angel sits on a cold gravestone
Looking down upon the world...
Sometimes I feel lonely in a crowd,
Everyone has someone to talk to...
Im full of anger
full of rage...
Sometimes when I look into the mirror
I cringe at what I see...
She looks out her window
As the shadows close in around her...
You were my first
you were my last...
Lost with no hope
No hope of living...
Your desperation
can lead to hallucination...
I feel so distant,
there, yet so far away...
Every time I hear you come
i hide my tears...