i hear the footsteps walking by,
watching myself slowly dying,
sharp pains impalling through my heart,
slowly leaving me apart...

one minute u are an angel fallen from grace,
next the fear that i hate,
pick me up from the gutter with a geatle kiss,
then rip out my heart to show me how blank it is.

noooooo,
yet again,
it feels so cold,
angels don't kill