She was a dark angel
Trapped in a dream of her own.
We could see in the reflection of her eyes thats where she wanted to be.
Where reality had no hold on her, she was free to be who she wanted to be.
Her hands up, some say she was reaching to heaven.
Her eyes closed, I think she was pointing to hell.
She says that's where she fell from and to us that's the only thing that makes since.
She was a mystery.
She was fickle and never wanted attention
But all we could do was try to pull her into our world. Where she remained just our of our reach.
She was that girl.
Out walking the streets at four in the morning, she never needed sleep.
And we all stays up just trying to wrap our minds around her.
To be honest sleep was never for me anyway.
The night we found she was gone I figured her out.
She was a dark angel
Who was trapped in a dream of reality
She never belonged to us here.
But we spent our time chaining her down with labels and titles.
That's how she remained out if our reach.
In her own world.
Wherever she is I know she's still roaming the streets with that same empty smile that haunts each and everyone of us as we sleep..
