Sitting in the corner is a small shadow
From time to time little black wings emerge from the figure
You swear you have seen it
But no one can see it
People think your crazy
And you being to believe it
The Little shadow comes to you at night
Holding you tight
Promising to be your
Little Angel
Until it's your turn to become
A Little Broken Angel
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Sitting in the corner is a small shadow
From time to time little black wings emerge from the figure
You swear you have seen it
But no one can see it
People think your crazy
And you being to believe it
The Little shadow comes to you at night
Holding you tight
Promising to be your
Little Angel
Until it's your turn to become
A Little Broken Angel
