I let another flower go with the wind.
Who is the unlucky one now?
They come and they go that fast
and they leave you overwhelmed by their kindness
You are the one speechless this time
Remember you don't see her type everyday
No. Not today at least
Maybe years after or another sun rise
or perhaps when you need them no more
When you must have given in to pressure around
I let another Angel slip away
poor me, why?
There is a mark you left, beautiful one
come while I breathe still
come take back the hands of time
so i can say all i failed to say
deep in this chest i feel you are the one
or am i seeing things again?