Angelic - Antimatter

Angel cried last night;

it was something in her dreams

Carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means

But gets by inside by saying it’s not real

There’s no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems

Angel lied last night to amputate her fears

With no question she exhumes herself from possibilities

Close your eyes it’s fine by saying it’s not real

There’s no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems

And if I could grow some wings I’d fly away home…