a bleeding flower dwindles the last angel listens quietly for the unspoken word .
deceptions veil, a mask of a lie for our love has died.
weeping willows hang their head low for the first angel cried
memories of you I dispise, why oh why must we carry on and wear this blasphmous disguise
our love has been nothing but a stacked deck of lies
Oh sad angel of torment n pain, insanity drives the nail in my mind and tears of blood begins to rain
our love has died weeping willows hang their head low for the all the angels cried
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Author:
Grant Degnan (
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