Angels tears and tangeled hair.
Her demons heart is asking,
all the questions no ones answered,
And no one understands.
Of all the blood shes poured out,
of the pain that stopes her breathing,
of the hate and the lonleyness,
and in all this time why no one noticed.
They blame it on the tv,
they blame it on the songes,
they blame it on the father,
they blame it on the mom.
They say its her,
they say its her boyfriend,
they say its the drugs,
they say its the friends.
Its one thing its another,
its her fault, its anothers,
its not real, she wants attention.
Her quetions stands,
if you paid attention why would she be looking for it.
Give her more drugs,
make her tell you,
how much she hates you,
take away her friends,
give her more resons,
to run from you and to ask her quetion.
Why is it so hard for you just it sit and lisen?
To understand the things she done,
because you've done them too.
"Ask yourself, will I burn in hell
then write it down, and cast it in the well
there they are, the mob it cry for blood
to twist the tale, into fire wood
fan the flame, with a lie
then turn your cheek, till the fire dies
the skin it peels, like the truth away
what it was i will never say....."