Fly, Sweet Angel

Every song speaks  
I'm so weak
It's been weeks
Since the rain's been falling
Where are you
I'm calling 
But you won't pick up the phone
I'm so alone
The leaves are turning brown
And I'm soaked to the bone 
I need you now

 

My eyes are frozen
Gazing to the sky
Where is my hope
You left me, why!
These clouds aren't getting whiter
Neither is my soul
Thank you for leaving 
It's left me so whole
So whole
So full
So full of blood
Of confusion
I'm rolling in the mud
Cuz I can't win for losin'
I remedy this madness
With pain to dull the sadness
Fly
And with every beat of my imperfect wings 
Fly sweet angel
All hell sings
All hell sings!
I'll fly, as my body falls in ashes
So close to the sun 
And the flames and the masses

 

And I'm trying to call you
I'm calling
Please pick up the phone
Please catch me,
I'm falling

 
 

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