Angels keep weeping in her soul;For the way they couldn’t save her from herself nor the devilish things she does unwillingly love…

I wish that one day you’ll make it home To a place you belong, a person you love or a passion you may die forWhere your heart is cherished Your mind sleeps in peace And your soul is simply understood...

I see you everywhere In the scratched mirrors The dusty pages The empty chairs And in the sad songs that everyone else seems to avoid For you did have a habit of always Breaking the things that once were whole,Making hell out of homes,And leaving souls starving for the things you’ve been feeding your heart on all along …

What if I show you all those dark sides of my mind?What if I let you in; so that you can see how messy and destructive my soul can be?Would you still be there for me?Would you still choose to stay? …

Too tired of living under the same sky with their old faces.So sick of being in the same room with their echoing voices.They made my soul heavy, as much as they corrupted my mind.They forced me to see my world in their colors as if I were a colorblind.A walking dead is what they made of me, but I cannot take this anymore. I’ll find my way back home to the old me;To the beautiful dreamy little girl I’ve been before…