With angelwings
im flying throo this life
an eye for small and little things
all the people died, it gives me this drive
But this angel is tired
of always doeing what was to be done
and in life you can't get fired
my hope is gone
Little angel inside my head
saying things you can't see from the outside
things she can't forget
and things she can't hide
She wants to fly away
away from this living dead
but somebody tells her she must stay
she is so sad
She is so alone
het wings are ready for this flight
everybody's hart, made of stone
she doesn't know, is thid wrong or right
Little angels eyes are red
where they where white first
she wants to sleep and forever staying in bed
becouse people will forget
The life she lives
nothing but a shadow
waiting untill someone forgives
let te wind blow
So she can fly away
another place where everything is white
waiting for another day
waiting, untill she can see the bride lite..