angels lost

here lies me today

i’d have you call me whatever you want

everybody knew me as second best 

except for the camera 

if heaven was a personality 

you would’ve always seen me dressed in it

every day it gets harder 

to take life and make the best of it

dying young as i was in the photograph

spoon-fed until pleasured and dumb

porcelain doll collecting dust asked 

to trade the final draft for glamour and fun

i let my hair down when the lights dim

they threw me in the deep end but i couldn’t swim

wake up

quit your dreaming

every day i wake up all alone 

but that’s when i feel most at home

i hope

i won’t be poisoned 

by the time i’m forty-three

will it mean anything to me?

i had dreams of being a beautiful poet

but instead blossomed into a queen

i poured my heart all all over the city 

but died never truly seen

i let my hair down when the lights dim

they threw me in the deep end but i couldn’t swim

can the angels lost

ever be free?

to the people i cry for

the people i lie for 

and anyone with a brain 

i promise i won’t grow old and insane 

to the people i come to 

the people i’m numb to

i won’t succumb to making it all about you 

and live in chapter two

dramatizing the storyline, that’s just what i do

can the angels lost

ever be free?