neon light's
empty street
wind blows cold
but it matters not to me
cause I'm colder inside
I feel like one of the walking dead
why should I be scared to die
moving with the shadows
I make sure she makes it home all right
like a dark angel I watch over her
I don't know why she's made it plain
I'm not the one
but whos going to watch over her when
I'm gone
pale moon light reflecting off the white
someones made a angel in the snow
tear drops begin to freeze
as I remember when that was her an I
playing in the snow
the looks we shared were enough to keep us warm
anger is building up inside
who decides who ends up with who
do the gods just play spin the bottle
or fate had a bad day so he gave me the
short straw
or is it true some people are just born to lose