Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve