Angel with horns
Doomed to a fairy tale ending
Wearing a crown of plastic thorns
Where do all these letters go?
That I'm sending

Goodnight in the morning
Newborn baby
Your lover is mourning
Wishing her baby wasn’t so weak

You were hurt
Stunted from the beginning
For Christmas you got a mind of your own
Then it was labeled insane
Playing games all by yourself
You'll always be the one winning
Pardon the fact that my existence is one big stain
Scrub a little harder and it will all go away

You wanted to eat me
Until you got a taste of the center
And I became your friend
But then what?

Sometimes we see clearer with our eyes shut
But you would rather dig into me than cut
Some people don’t walk
They crawl
Too afraid to trip and fall