Fallen Angel

They make you
They break you
They throw you in hell
She found her bliss,
He also found his
That’s where she fell.
Caution to the wind,
That’s where she sinned.
I’d trade her places to see her well.
Oppressed by authority,
Now she feels more like me.
No more pain, my soul I’d sell.


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