The clock ticks slowly
As time passes through the night
The only sound, blade against skin
The dark stealing their sight
Who are they? You may ask
Well here, I'll tell you
They are the "fallen angels"
The one's that have a lot to go through
They cut their wrists
Try to fade
They fake a smile
Their life's a charade
Some are anorexic
Some binge-eaters
Some self harm
Some are broken dreamers
But whenever the night
Stretches on and on
We're alone with our thoughts
All our happiness gone
Unbearable it is for them
To think all those things
They want to disappear
And once again have wings
So as the night goes on longer
Their minds they can no longer sort
The quiet stretches on
As their lives are cut short
