Night comes early for me
for i must not tell you its nothing you wish to...

My heart is breaking as i write
because nobody was strong enough to hold it tight...

This isn't one of my best ones but I'm not used to...
i wish you could see what you put me through...

Hush little baby your knees get so weak
you get so light headed its hard to speak...

Falling from heaven is the angel with the broken...
as she is falling she quietly sings...

She sits in her room crying in front of the mirror
wondering if the people down stairs can hear her...

Writing on the wall in blood instead of ink
I know this is it my last and final sink...