She has always been the one who was different; unafraid.
She was so happy, but i seen the marks left behind from the blade.
She was a rebel, an angel, and all things you define as "misfit."
She was not like the others, she was distant.
She left Heaven and fell to the earth, she is the one who never leaves you.
She is your Rebel Angel, she wants to help you get through.

She is the one who proudly wears her battle scars and defies all the rules.
She is the one who holds you while you cry, and throws away your tools.
She knows the pain you feel, because she herself lives through it everyday.
She doesn't tell you, because this Rebel Angel has fallen; nothin left to say.
She is and always will be the one who listen to the story of your tears.
She will stay with you till the storm clears.

She has fallen from grace, and left all of those she loved behind..
She left, cause they never seen her battle wounds, she was lost in her mind.
She has a secret, she has been hurt, and she longs to die.
That's the real reason she chose not to fly.
Angels can't die, she fell, but when she fell, she fell into love.
He has shown her she doesn't need to leave to be above.

This rebel, misfit, outcast, she is amazing inside and out.
And so are you, there isn't the slightest hint of doubt.
She has fallen from grace, lost all she has loved, but she got somethin new.
She has fallen in love with someone who will be there to always be true.
Don't give up on life my Rebel Angels, you aren't meant to fit in!
You were born to challenge the status quo, don't hurt your beautiful skin.

You may feel lost and alone right now, but i promise you, she is with you.
She knows that pain you go through and she will hold on like glue.
She knows the fight, and she knows you will win the war!
Yes, right now it will hurt and you may be a little sore...
But it will be worth it in the end my beautiful Rebel Angels, don't you see?
This Rebel Angel is him, her, you, and me..

She is just like any other, only she harbors a dark secret inside.
On the outside she smiles and laughs, but within she has already died.
But hey, smile, make them believe the lie.
I bet you didn't know, all she does at night is cry.
But hey we all have our secrets, I bet even you bury them within.
She isn't dead, because she was raised to believe Suicide is a sin.

She goes to the only safe haven she knows, words.
They sing the most beautiful song of the birds.
They wrap her up nice and tight.
They hold her until everything in the world is right.
Words are the most beautiful thing in her world, the only thing.
They ease the pain of the blade, take away its sting.

Nothing matters when she falls into the world of words.
She finds a sanctuary with the nerds.
There is a hole left in her soul.
She is searching for her missing piece to finally be whole.
She has a secret even bigger than the storm ragging through her mind..
She has battle scars covering he whole body, they are  unkind.

The horrific scene on her body is nothing like the damage in her head.
her body is cloaked in dread, she knows she should be dead.
They bully her more than anyone knows..
That's probably because it never shows.
Haven't you ever wondered about the sweatshirts and pants?
They way she moves as though she is in a trance?

Going through the motions, holding together a shattered life.
She drags the blade of a knife...
It takes a lot to hold together the razor edged pieces of a broke heart.
She is a masterpiece, a true work of art.
The angels made her special, inside and out.
Best believe she will make it through this world, no doubt.

The pain will one day subside.
She will know she could have always done more; tried..
She won't give up, because a few don't want her to be on this earth.
She will stay, fulfill her dreams, be a mother; prove she has worth.
This isn't the ending, but a whole new beginning, one she will choose.
It will all begin with Love as her muse.

Words, when all else fails, I can fall into the beautiful caress of words.
I can piece together a beautiful love story, or fly with the birds.
I have always been alone, but it's better that way.
At least that's what he would tell me, and I believed all he would say.  was so broken, and so lonely, but no one took a moment to see.
No one wanted to see the pain building up inside me.

Those words were my Safe Haven, they protected me from his voice.
They made me feel like i finally had a choice!
I have been pretending in life for about six years.
Can you imagine all the fallen tears?
I used to lay awake at night crying.
I would pray for my final night in which i would soon be dying.

The night would soon come, i was home alone.
I was thinking of you, it felt like a knife had gone straight to the bone.
I wrote a letter, letting my Safe Haven embrace me for one last time.
Did you know, at one point Suicide was a crime..
I grab my paintbrush and i drew your name into my skin; no goin back.  
The blood began to flow out freely, and soon it was black.

No one came; I laid there dying for minutes, but it took you hours.
I bet no one will visit me and leave flowers.
I had used my Safe Haven for as long as i could; death was calling me.
I wished i could have know all the people who loved and cared about me.
What if, what if you could take it all back, undo it all.
Would you give up your halo and fall?

You have a choices in this life time, you really do.
With my Safe Haven i have the world at my fingertips, so do you.
Just look up into the storm that is raging and find the sun.
Because i promise someone cares, even if it's only one.
I love you all; i will always be here if you need someone to be that one.
Just promise, until you have lived life, you won't give up and be done.

I see the pain hidden behind your eyes.
I hear the sound of your tortured cries.
I feel the pain in your body, i feel the battle scars.
I know what it feels to wanna be in with the stars.
I know these things, because i have the same secret hidden inside.
I have the same thoughts; no one would care if i died.

I smile at the people who claim to know me best..
But they will one day be left wondering, just like the rest..
You don't know me..
You know what i want you to see..
I hide the battle scars, i hide the pain.
I bet if i told you what i really thought, you would call me insane.

He calls my name in the middle of the night..
I try to resist, but he takes control with little to no fight..
I am falling to pieces at his feet, he is going to be the victor of this story.
It's really sad, he will claim his prize in all its glory.
I find a sanctuary inside the words i write.
I tell a story as though its someone else's, one that could be bright.

I know the ending of my story, i have known for years.
The answer was revealed to me in all the fallen tears.
I hide all the emotions inside, and i build up walls.
I do this, because when you get close to me, he calls.
I don't mean to be this way, i would change if i knew how, but i don't.
And who knows, maybe it's more of i won't...

This is a chapter that has been rougher than all the others, but it will end.
And nothing will ever be able to mend..
This time the chapter isn't gonna end, my life will, i will end it myself.
Do you know what it feels like to live, while bein at war with yourself?
It's like there is constantly a war goin inside of my mind.
All the days i wake up, i hear his whisper those words i know are unkind.

I won't say goodbye, not yet.
I just thought you should hear my side before you place a bet.
I wager that i will live for a few more months, maybe a year.
But i know when i'm gone it will be few who shed a tear.
So, for now i will say see you later, and remember you're not alone.
Ha, maybe I can be magic and make you a clone..

She isn't perfect, and she knows that.
She has heard all the things he has said, all the times he called her fat.
She takes and drags the blade over her wrist, she has battle scars.
She longs to disappear and become one with the angels and stars.
There is something about her, something she holds tightly to.
She is lost in the sea of emotions, no idea what to do.

She is a warrior in this world of endless battles; she is on the losing end.
To many injuries all at once to make them mend.
She is winning the battles with scars, but losing the war.
She has been tryin so hard, but what is left to fight for?..
She is on the verge of sayin goodbye to all and giving into the battle scars.
She finds her sanctuary to be hidden in the stars.

This is it, she knows what to do.
She will no longer be around, no one will wonder except one or two.
She takes her razor and she draws a map to the stars.
No one has ever seen her battle scars.
This is the end of hiding behind a smile, when all she wanna do is cry.
She has been dealing with the battles for too long, she longs to die.

She loses the war before anyone even realizes she was fighting one.
They always wonder, why? Why had she did what she done?
Well, here is why..
No one noticed the pain, no one seen her cry.
No one cared enough to ask her if she was okay, so she faked a smile.
No one even went an extra mile.

She took away what you have no right to claim.
She doesn't want you to take the blame..
The choice is what she made, and she will forever lay in the ground.  
She never told you about her battle scars, she never even made a sound.
She longed, no, pleaded, with you, begged you to see.
But you couldn't even look close enough to see, that girl was me...

Have you ever felt the freedom of closing your eyes and falling?
Just listened to the whispers of the wind calling?
Then waking up just before hitting the ground; it was only a dream.
Free falling, only you never realize, so you don't try to scream.
You lay back and just enjoy the ride.
This is the story of a ride that lead to how he died.

He was just like you and me.
Maybe a little quiet, but always smiling at everyone he would see.
He was a little odd though, he would shy away from my touch.  
I didn't dwell on it to much.
I wish i had seen the pain that was lying behind his smile.
I wish i could have saved him from the pain that had been for a while.

After not to long, I fell for him and he me.
He would give the best hugs when i needed them most, he could see.
I would kiss the scars that line his wrist; he would smile with his eyes.
I held him and listened to him for hours to stop the cries.
And one day i thought he was sick, he wasn't in school.
I look back and i think, how could i have been such a fool?

He was home alone, and he knew the love i felt for him, but he was done.
I thought i could be the one...
He slid the blade over his wrist, once, twice, and thee times.
I still think of him sometimes.
He died in my arms, i tried to save my heart, my love.
He was the only peace in my life; a mourning dove.

I think of him often and the burdens he carried.
I wasn't there to see him buried...
I couldn't watch the love of my life be put in the ground..
He was lost and i thought i had finally found...
He never said goodbye..
And i will always wonder why..

I went to the bridge, and i stood there staring..
Wondering who left in the world was caring..
I closed my eyes as i imagined the feeling of Free Falling..
The whispers of the wind as if it was my name he was calling.
I would stand up and let go; free falling into a new world, to mars.
Now, he and I are joined as one in the stars.

Secrets, they build inside.
This secret she hides, will be the reason why she died.
He was always there, whispering those sweet secrets in her ear.
He would whisper her greatest fear.
He, i bet you wanna know who who he is, right?
He is Depression, the reason she cries herself to sleep at night.

Secrets, secrets, running through her mind, trapped in her head.
Secrets, secrets, she wished, she was was dead.
They started out small, just one word.
Soon, they became all she heard.
Ugly, fat, worthless, broken, sad, not good enough, stupid, lost.
She wanted it to stop, no matter the cost.

He came once in a while, and whisper the secret special for just her.
She was so polite always said ma'am and sir.
No one would have guessed the intensity of the storm inside her mind.
She wishes it would just stop, but she doesn't have anyone to confide..
This is the end for her, she writes a note to a phantom; no one cares.
He sits by watching, she can feel the intensity of his stares.

She writes to her mom, knowing she won't care, she writes three words.
She can just imagine the feeling of freedom; to fly with the birds.
She writes to her siblings, the tears are falling faster than before.
This is what she has dreaded to the core.
Secrets tumbling around her head; she carves them into her wrist.
She has fallen so far down she knows, she won't be missed.

She folds the finished letter and leaves it on her desk.
The scene left behind will be one of the most grotesque ..
She had secrets, hanging from her lips.
But she was to scared they would only make you want her for her hips.
They were there, written in her eyes.
But instead, you believed the lies..

Secrets are like anchors, they are heavy and they weigh you down.
Soon these secrets will cause her to drown.
She takes the blade begins her artwork, with her canvas as her wrist.
This razor is her paintbrush, and with it she will give her story a twist.
She carves the word 'Secrets' into her skin.
She will forever lay in this sin.

The blood creates a pool surrounding her wrists.
She was the perfect one to be darkness kissed.
She had secrets, and they weighed her down.
Now she will stay forever in Heaven with a broken crown.
She was an angel with a dark past, and a twisted mind.
She had finally told all her secrets, she was no longer confined.