Angels sweet melodies
Soothing the sensation.
The times go by through and through
Strengthening my disguise.
Lost and alone drifting through life
Nowhere truly found.
These hands pull me down wanting to break
With nothing left is there.
When I am something, there is nothing.
When I am nothing, there is something.
Pulling through is forcing myself
To grasp what I need most.
For these sweet angelic melodies,
Is what lead me most.