Moving on (Incomplete Song)
Keep your head up, Angel. I see your slipping halo. I’m not your King of Kings: I’m just a fool who knows Woe.
Play my heart like the drums: The beat will march us both home. Didn't die for your sins: Despite my savior syndrome.
Did I manage to help you? Now leave me the hell alone. Was I the perfect rebound To draw poison from your bones?
I have taken all that you had to give: Your sadness / Your loathing Your wasted nights.
You’re ready / You’re willing You’re moving on, So leave me I’m tired Of everything.












