Fallen Angel

Written by Traci Lords, Ben Watkins and Johann Bley

 

You say you wake up in the morning feeling used Like a fallen angel tired and bruised

Itís got you feeling so insane more dead then alive Loves got you stained on the inside

Oh is it love, love, love. Oh is it love sweet love. Oh is it love, love, love. Oh is it love sweet love.

So donít tell me you feel pretty when youíre such a mess. Just try to remember and donít forget. Weíre all dancing in the darkness donít turn out the light. I want so bad to ease your pain on the inside. Love. Love. Love. Oh is it love sweet love

Oh is it love, love, love. Oh is it love sweet love

Drowning in excess. Thoughts of suicide. Like a mirror you canít hide. Fallen angel. Fallen angel.

You canít hide. Fallen angel.

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