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Your pretty face

can't even hide

the darkest places

of your mind.

A twisted soul,

never pleased,

always seeking

for its wings.

This flaming sun

you want to get

you think its fire

would not burn.

Now you're falling

to a broken land

waiting for a

helping hand.

And you keep

wait ing for your heaven

but you're so far away.

You lost your way and now you're just

a fallen angel in this land.