The sweet nectar of a flower,
doesn't last too very long.
Behind every ugly album cover,
lays your favorite song.
I look around me,
peer at strangers around.
The only thing in common we have,
is that we live here on the ground.
Some of us are angels,
true at the heart.
Others are vain beauties,
born to tear our lives apart.
If there's one thing I have learned,
it's that trust is a dangerous thing.
One minute you pour your heart out,
The next you feel a sting.
The best of all your friend's,
turn out to be the worst.
Vicious people with cruel intentions,
overcome by bloodthirst.
Noone is perfect,
no one even tries to be.
And when you look in the mirror,
you don't see what I see.
Because every beautiful rose,
is coated by a dozen thorns.
The same way we're angels with tattered wings,
and halos held up by horns.
Is this what this world has become?
Is the thin line of love really torn?
Because when we look in the mirror,
I see angels with tattered wings,
and our halos, they're held up by horns.
Why is it that we go to war to fight over stupid things?
Why is it that we carry upon the burden of tattered wings?
Why can't a tiger remove the stripes that he's always worn?
Is it same reason for why we'll always have halos held up by horns?
