"Holding on to you like broken glass
Every touch cuts deeper than the last
I know I should leave
But it feels so good to bleed
Poison kisses lock us in this cage
Our lives got twisted in this masquerade
I can't seem to shake this incurable need
This endless addiction I feed
Angels on fire
They fall from the sky
Heaven and hell will be burning tonight
Covered in ashes I cry out your name
And out of the flames
We will rise again
Run in to the shadows where we hide
Bodies tender as our worlds collide
Nothing is sacred and everything's wrong
But you and I keep holding on
Angels on fire
They fall from the sky
Heaven and hell will be burning tonight
Covered in ashes I cry out your name
And out of the flames
We will rise again
No temptation is my sin
Not my darkest deepest whim
Angels on fire
They fall from the sky
Heaven and hell will be burning tonight
Covered in ashes I cry out your name
And out of the flames
We will rise
Angels on fire
They fall from the sky
Heaven and hell will be burning tonight
Covered in ashes I cry out your name
And out of the flames
We will rise again
We will rise again
We will rise".
I...
I'm lost.
And alone.
I wish...
I could have a second life.
I want to correct all that I have done wrong.
I can't bare to wake with this sense of guilt every day.
I like this song a lot. I cried today as I listened for the first time. Since when did I got all sentimental, I wonder...
No one knows.
Yesterday I bought a fortune cookie. I don't know if you should ask something before you open it, I did but I don't remember what.
No one is born perfect.
It was the answer.
I guess I knew that. But there are people that are slightly less unperfect. I wonder how they do it.
Right now, I feel like I am one of those XVth century mask balls. All so beautiful, so perfect so mysterious. Until you take off your mask.
I've always wanted to attend one. Maybe this is my chance. To take off the mask and get rid of all that is clinging to me.
I finish with a quote from Shakespeare's Richard III( I believe...):
"Now is the winter of our discontent."
"Now is the winter of our discontent" are the opening words of the play and lay the groundwork for the portrait of Richard as a discontented man who is unhappy in a world that hates him. Later he describes himself as "Deformed, unfinished, sent before his time into this breathing world, scarce half made up".
I'm lost.
And alone.
I wish...
I could have a second life.
I want to correct all that I have done wrong.
I can't bare to wake with this sense of guilt every day.
I like this song a lot. I cried today as I listened for the first time. Since when did I got all sentimental, I wonder...
No one knows.
Yesterday I bought a fortune cookie. I don't know if you should ask something before you open it, I did but I don't remember what.
No one is born perfect.
It was the answer.
I guess I knew that. But there are people that are slightly less unperfect. I wonder how they do it.
Right now, I feel like I am one of those XVth century mask balls. All so beautiful, so perfect so mysterious. Until you take off your mask.
I've always wanted to attend one. Maybe this is my chance. To take off the mask and get rid of all that is clinging to me.
I finish with a quote from Shakespeare's Richard III( I believe...):
"Now is the winter of our discontent."
"Now is the winter of our discontent" are the opening words of the play and lay the groundwork for the portrait of Richard as a discontented man who is unhappy in a world that hates him. Later he describes himself as "Deformed, unfinished, sent before his time into this breathing world, scarce half made up".
Shakespeare and I should have been great buddies... He knows how I feel...
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