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I hear the footsteps crawling by,
Watching myself slowly die,
Sharp pains impaling through my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart...

One minute you're an angel fallen from grace.
Next, the fix that I need
Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss,
Then rip from my heart to show me, how black it is!

No...
Yet again...
It feels so cold...
Yet I'm watching by.
IÂ’ll die alone.

I hear the footsteps walking by.
Watching myself slowly die.
Sharp pain impaling through my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart...

When you appear as an angel,
Knocking me down, looking my way.
Could you ever kill the pain in my heart?
Even though they say angels donÂ’t kill.

No...
Yet again...
It feels so cold...
Yet I'm watching by.
IÂ’ll die alone

No...
Yet again...
It feels so cold...
Yet I'm watching by.
IÂ’ll die alone!!!