You think you know me
but you really don't.
You think you know
what I've seen and
what I have not.
You think you know
every little thing.
What I can be and
what I can not.
Think that I fight
when all I do is cry
as soon as I'm out of sight.
You have no idea
what my past was.
How I sing so I
can get away from that painful sting.
I'm the Angel from Hell
and I'm about to break
free from my shell.
