December, the angels cry in vain and suffered from the insanity
They were like a, a dreedful child, white cold and dark blue
There is no place to go nor place to be, except the pain we all have
While the angels waiting for the sign to end it once for all

You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal
Sweetness of blood spills
Why are the children dying from our own misery
When I needed caring, you were not there

As a child molested and abused from the hands of his grip
She tried so many times no wonder she is afraid
I felt so afraid and tried to earse the pain when I saw her scars
She hated live and she cant stand the pain her after all she had try

You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal
Sweetness of blood spills
Why are the children dying from our own misery
When I needed caring, you were not there

You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal
Sweetness of blood spills
Why are the children dying from our own misery
When I needed caring, but you were not there


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