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
It’s 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 don’t tell me you feel pretty when you’re such a mess. Just try to remember and don’t forget. We’re all dancing in the darkness don’t 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 can’t hide. Fallen angel. Fallen angel. You can’t hide. Fallen angel. |