I may not be an angel
this is simple as can be...

Foul air in my throat
choking...

Unheard little lullabies,
cliche wonderwalls...

I sit in bed
middle of the night...

Claustrophobia begins to overtake
i see, i feel, i hear...

We're sitting on the rooftop,
the world is all alight...

Detatched and hardly breathing,
the sky is falling in...

Roses falling down the drain,
like water droplets and memories...

Jack-o-lantern faces,
they aren't really there...

What's it to die quietly?
Floating through the clouds...

Why can't you love me
it's so unfair...

Moons of ecstasy revolving,
Fading in and out of black...