The angel of death sits stone cold, like a glass figure
Ready to shatter at the lightest of contact
Who would have thought a love so strong
Would have this impact
Her eyes are as cold as stone, frozen ice blue
As her wrist cries blood red tears for the past
She fell for a boy so quickly
And broke much to fast
Her tears sing a sad song, as they silently escape her eyes
Shinning reminders of a love gone wrong
Death whispers in her ear
Telling her she doesn't belong
The darkness keeps her here, afraid to see the light
This is her icy prison, shes trapped
To the coldness of her heart and soul
This angel with have to adapt
Nothing can save her anymore, shes closed her heart
Her eyes see nothing but pain
In this prison of stone cold thoughts and dead dreams
This angel of death with remain
