Confessions of an Angel

looking back upon my life
I never had become a wife
i wanted
look at all the friends i made
they're just a waste of fucking space
i mistreated

Remenicing memories
I dont enjoy any of these
I yearn for
Didnt have a talent at all
Sat by and just watched the world fall
around me

So where did my life go and where did it begin
i did nothing good, i didnt even sin
Still at the bottom, no knowledge in my head
havent even lived and im already dead.

Cant wait to spread my wings
I didnt do a fucking thing
didnt dream of doing nothing
someday soon ill be doing something
all my relatives are deceased
No one cared i was diseased
My poor funeral was hollow
shit poisons hard to swallow
I couldnt go through this again
Noone will remember my name
Tedious times through my eyes
These are the tales of my demise