i'm no angel;
sometimes i lick off love
in the edges of a knife.

i'm no angel;
when midnight strikes,
i've got demons awakened inside me.

i'm no angel;
i have vices and flaws and darkness,
a chaos only i, can romanticize.

i'm no angel;
because i realized the violence in love,
the predicament of my demons,
and the chaos in my soul, deeply carved.

IA

im tired of breathing in artifical air.
filling my lungs with oh so sweet posion.
im tired of wasting my money away in light blue sticks of my joy.
im paying for the air i need to breath. and im sick of it.
but i cant stop

you think you know me because youve seen every piece of me.
youve seen the blood stains on my t-shirts,
the cuts that run down my thighs.
youve seen my body,
every broken piece of it.
youve seen me naked,
my aching body laid out in front of you.
just because youve seen me, doesnt mean you know my story.