Her broken confused heart
Singing softly haunting him
Ever since they've been apart
Upside down and inside out
Her broken confused heart Singing softly haunting him Ever since they've been apart
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She's flawed from the dusty ceiling to the floor,
Twisted floorboards at the entrance, many shackles on her door She's dark in personality and distinctly in decor, Boarded windows in every room and no light forever more, She loves the vanity mirror for herself to self adore But her reflection she hates as it's just as dead as the day before. One mind tortured and one heart tore,
delving deeper from the crust and into the core, edging further from Earth and closer to Hell; just a man with wings, an angel who fell. |
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