Sorrow sings
Her kisses in silence
And adjusts the blinds to keep the light
From mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly
A silhouette upon the curtains
But her eyes seem to cry
Only empty tears
I beg for comfort with inadequate verse
It meant so much to me.... And so little to her
And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity
Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?
"where is my angel,"
"where is my angel,"
"where is my angel, when I need him most?"
"where is my angel,"
"where is my angel,"
"where is my angel, tell me now where did he go?"