Mourning Angel

mournful look in your eyes
fear of being alone in your head
with a pile of cigarettes
a lighter in hand

trapped by the silence in the air
no one knows how you really feel
it all seems so pointless now, you're dead
longing to feel real

the thought alone is dangerous
it's all put into plan
live fast, die young
it's all you understand

end the pain of loneliness
in one easy fall
maybe it's better
to not feel at all