Stained glass heart, shattered again.
No one left to pick up the pieces.
No putting it back together this time…
I was his angel til he ripped off my wings.. and like a god, tossed me from heaven.
Not good enough to be in his presence. I long to fly, to see love in his eyes, but I’m fallin’ now.
Can’t he hear me scream??
Last thing I see is his stone-cold face watchin’ me fall into darkness
as he holds my broken wings.