Wings of white, br Face and body just right, br Outgoing and nice; br But inside was all ice. br She lies her way, br through every single day. br Life constantly blurry, br So that others would not worry. br Wings rotting inside; br always wishing she could hide, br but she just smiles and carries on; br lying behind a broken song. br Even angels deserve to die; br but without them would we even try? br She knows people expect her to survive, br but even angels deserve to die....