No Wings
I’m a damaged mess
I thought you could see past
the brokenness that I could never change
You say I can be saved
Don’t waste your breath
There’s no exit to this Hell I’ve made
I’m not an angel
I haven’t lost my wings
None were ever granted to me
I’m not yours to save
You can walk away
You wont be the one to make me break
Leave me here
And take all your fears
I will never have to handle
I have no dreams
They’re burdens to me
All they do is break and shatter
I’m not an angel
I haven’t lost my faith
I just never found my savior
I just never found my savior
Do demons even have a savior?
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