Angel its now your turn
Step down and out of me
Fight
A broken mind,
All left behind,
A turn in kind,
A twist to
Baby is born
Pricked by a thorn,
Once pure, no more
Drip trickle,
Despite all the anger
I have encountered
I've finally pushed you down
I'm not angry anymore,
The pain's bubbled out of my head
And
I tried to get into a show,
I searched around for
So nevermind the reasons; it's all about the leaving. I
more to do
in a lot less time
i could have
We never mentioned this part.
The first time you asked me
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