I had gotten used to a pretence, a life I lived just incase there was no better. |
Yet another bystander watches me pass by their...
They tutt at the shattered glass in mine...
A sullen saviour sees only duty,
He acts as no Hero to anyone...
To be able to talk to a listening ear,
about my loneliness...
Tell me what I know...
Oh sweet Angel,
What have you done...