She’s a pretty little angel, But that’s only just a show. Her heart hurts more Than you'll ever know. Theres a smile on her face, And shes happy as can be. Too bad that little angel Isn’t what you see. She's sad and she's lonely, Her wings, they've been clipped. She copes in the night By slitting her wrists. She bleeds out her pain, Just to keep herself sane, And she cries herself to sleep. Poor little angel, her halo is broken, And all she can do is weep. t.m.
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