Angels

Standing at the bustop
Looking at the shades
Running with the screams inside my head
Thinknig of the wrong things
To fin this pain of mine
Remember all the angels with a cry

Cry for you and still
Need to live this life
Nothing left to kill
To venish deep inside

With scarring pain with drops of rain
Dreams turn into nightmares
Too early to lose control
Too late - I've already have

It's seemed to me before
Like giving up
Crying babies answered with crazy laugh
It's all silenced suddenly
No more tears to cry
Just the sweet sound of the guitar