I get more personally concerned because
Like my husband we have six kids and
They're worried about there being enough time
The fear factor is: can we do it, can we make it successful and can I still smoke?
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world
Fly away
Daddy's little girl
Alone in this cold world, reality'll make your toes curl
She's an angel but she's caught up in the devil's hold
So the trials and tribulations made her sell her soul
So confused, she can't close the open wounds
So consumed, nothing left but the smoking fumes
Have you seen her lately?
Hot like a pizza oven
I seen her meet with this pimp, I'm thinking he was Russian
They saying she's disgusting, I'm saying cease the judgement
'Cause everybody plays the fool, she just needs some loving
A shell of herself, far cry from days past
She used to be the flyest girl in Mrs. Jane's class
You'd better change fast, before you're ordered to a state max
Or your daughter choose the same path
You're hurting, you're lonely, only you can stop the hell
That's when you realize you are not for sale
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world
She watched his tail lights fading
Into the dark
Wipes off the bright red lipstick
Her calling card
An angel with a broken wing, a puppet on a short string
Earns a living in between a headboard and a boxspring
Tears melt into the sidewalk
Sits down, lights up a cigarette
She decides right then on the crosswalk
Room 209 is her last regret
She takes a puff on her cigarette
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world
These broken wings
Fly away from this broken world