The angels of the night
Are hearing to my voice
So I wont cry
And wont be sober
I have one last try
to make those things come true
so I wont will be fine
If I die tonight

I try to see through me
what's left under that shit
I have holes in my soul
Since I was just a kid

so bitch dont fuck with me
My deamons are crawling
I think they protect me
to stab me so softly

In my dreams
I see those who left
and they ask me to stay a little longer
Sorry mom I have to go
I cant take this pain anymore