Broken Angel.

Clear eyes of crimson red,
A broken hearted angel,
For you cant laugh when your soul is dead,
She's willing but unable.

When she tries she plans to succeed,
Yet she remains outspoken,
Her argument may be strong,
But no hope, no pride, no silly joy, her life is now a token.

She is just his play-thing now,
A silly little bet,
He doesn't care if he wins or loses,
Losing her is not a threat.

She knows she doesn't mean anything,
So, why does she hang on?
She knows he doesn't care anymore,
She should just move on.

So go now angel, fly away,
Spread those broken wings,
Fly now angel, don't look back...
Break those puppet strings.