• It's a for help
    Every incision, a regret
    Every regret a memory
    Every memory a tear

    It's a plea for the end
    Every incision a secret
    Every secret a lie
    Every lie a tear.

    She's fallen from heaven
    An angel so sweet at the cost of it all so fragile as well
    She's alone in a cruel world
    She's scared of the hatred
    Every bad word equals an extra incision
    An extra regret, an extra memory, an extra tear

    She's been dangling from a rope high above the crowd for some time now
    Her wings failing her
    Her strength leaving her
    Her life flashing before her
    All the looks of disgust equal an extra incision
    An extra secret, an estra lie, an extra tear falls from her eyes.

    She lets go
    Waiting, hoping, praying
    For someone to catch as she falls.
    Maybe this will actually be the end for our dear fallen angel.
    The voice commanded her, why did she listen?