Fallen Angel

I was an Angel

Innocent to the ways of man

Until it was stolen from me

Now I am a sinner

A fallen angel

I project an incognito saint on the outisde,

but I am pure temptation on the inside

 

You will never know I've slipped under your skin

until you see me leaving,

and I rip your innocence right out of your fucking heart

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