Dying thoughts in a whisple space,
thoughts tied up an exclusively exist...

A reminder everything happens for a reason,
sounds, pain, thoughts, joy...

Slam these words in my face,
place your hand around my throat...

Tied with strains of rope,
chaind from the ceiling...

No Angels I see will ever protect me,
for all the things Ive done...

Put them down your throat,
just take them as you swallow...

Dark with simple silence,
on the other line that has the end...

Fallen Angel with broken wings,
Sit with sadness your head to your knees...

You Moved away.
Im gonna miss you...

In the corner i stare at you,
Look away with not a damn thing i can do...

Sitting in the corner wanting to know why,
these tears burn within my eyes...

I don't care,
all the same people seem to glare...