The Angel
I don’t want to close my eyes
I see your face when I do,
I don’t want to hear more cries
Why can’t I, for a minute, not think of you?
I’m sorry, God, I’m terribly sorry
I wasn’t there when you needed me
I was sulking in my own misery
I just didn’t know what it had to be.
It’d been two years—too long, too lonely
Yet I haven’t stopped dreaming of you
There wasn’t a time I haven’t been as guilty
How I wish I had died with you, too!
By now I could’ve been a father
If the cruel fate had not unfurled,
Chance, oh if I could only ask for another
I didn’t even know if you’d be a boy or a girl.
My baby, my precious little baby
I’m sorry, I could’ve loved you
Had I known your mother would kill you,
I could’ve stopped her, I might’ve saved you.
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What about us??
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What about us??
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Silence has it's own life, its ways of telling lies.
It's stories between thin lines; its secrets in disguise can leave conclusions running wild, turning logic to denial... bringing silence into life.
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And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Panic! at the Disco
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T.M.P
"Don't give up...You got the music in you."
I sincerely thank you for taking time to read my works..^^
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