His love makes her fly Up in the bright sky Now,she's higher than high And riding the cloud nine When he call an angel 'mine' An angel in heaven Is already fallen An angel left broken As his man left back then She's like a crushed airplaine An angel fell on the ground She was fooled by his man around An angel wasn't his true love She was treated by his fake love
Waste of time, tears, and companionship Creator of my joy Destroyer of the same Everything isn't enough Nothing ever is Speak of others Using me to their advantage. You became worse than them. Speak of others Being distant. You became further than them
No more speak of others It was you Your intention A plan of your own invention To manipulate To play To leave
Reliving and Preliving may all my signals ghost to sway Just falter information i shall be spirited and a weather A clamour among all my houses an assault laid upon my understanding Tired in knots combing out the fantastic a floss upon a sea and not a wound ; Misplaced I shall better be.
and then I breathe this is no longer to be I am in practice ; unfooled to better be