going through life as an outcast teen
shes living out her nightmares
a cold december; shes turning seventeen
they say she'll never get anywhere
but the dreams inside her head
play out across the sky
she wont stop until shes dead
an angel determined to fly
x shaped scars and a bottle of pills
she sits alone and contemplates
pencil, paper, and secrets to spill
oh what a perfect fate
but the dreams inside her head
play out across the sky
she wont stop until shes dead
an angel too broken to fly
with bloodied wings and crimson tears
she struggles through this life
every night reliving her deepest fears
she reaches for the knife
feathers float in a puddle of blood
she's lying broken on the floor
they say it cant happen, she knew it would
this angel flies no more