My tears they aren't helping.
I don't even know why shedding them.
Maybe it's time for me to move on with my dark persona.
Heavens little angel,
with all of the beauty of the world.
She's falling down,
falling down, spinning out of control.
the insanity's cleansing.
Free fall, free falling
gaining momentum.
will I ever hit the ground?
Awaking with a jerk,
leaning forward, cleaning my eyes.
the fear leaves my body, as I stretch my wings.
Heavens little angel, with all the beauty of the world.
As I sit and wonder,
does anybody hear the crash,
when an angel falls?
