My midnight angel touches my cheek,
a few lovely words she does speak.
She tells me to dream of a sweet life,
Forget all the worlds hate and strife.
My midnight angel is not dark but not clean,
she is the gray part thats counted as in between.
She has a heart of gold,
but a stare that is so cold.
She comes to visit me,
to tell me what I can be.
She can only stay for a little while,
so when she leaves I loose my smile.
Her heartbreak took over her world so she became blank, because her hope for love sank.
Poor midnight angel has nothing to hope for,
because her heart was tore.
My midnight angel lost her way because she couldn't see, My midnight angel is the future heart broken me.
