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This angel dear,

she isn't well.

She tore her wings off,

can't you tell?

So sick of all,

the lies god sells.

She decided she'd rather,

descend into hell.

And in the darkness there,

she wept.

For beautiful wings,

that she no longer kept.

Her halo ,

just a pile of rust,

she sat in the darkness,

covered in dust.

The little angel,

was no more,

and a demon sat crying,

alone on the floor.

You scatter broken glass across the floor.

Then call me to you as you reach the door.

Why I will cross barefoot, god only knows.

Because I chose to be here I suppose.

And tomorrow I will get up cut and sore.

And you will have me do the same once more.

Across the broken glass again, I'll race.

For you to sweep me into your embrace.





And it won't take too long till I bleed out. But it's a game I cannot live without.





No I don't wanna play,

this stupid fucking game.

You're playing with my mind,

it's sending me insane.

I'll love you till for ever,

and the long trip back again.

Babe, I just need a couple minutes,

to be still and numb the pain.



I love you more with every crunching pace.

And through the pain I focus on your face.

I'm proud of every shard that you withdraw.

Tomorrow they will be back on the floor.

Sometimes I cross half of the room and fall.

And you command softly that I should crawl.



The broken glass you spread across the floor, has always only been a metaphor.



And I'll no longer play,

your stupid fucking game.

You tried to break my heart,

but only fooled my brain.

I've suffered hurt like this before,

and I can stand the pain.

And I will never, ever let you,

Make me suffer this again.