Fall down in your own abyss
Even the angel's wings can't fly
When they've no where to go
You look behind to find only a mirror
The fake smiles can't hide the lies
Red stained wrists bowls of tears
Why get to comfortable
You can't fake it this time
Wasn't this where you were before
All alone and desperate for love
The sweet sound of a suitors call
The affections that led you to a fall
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