It’s only half past 10
But my thoughts are spinning again.
Head’s veering off the tracks
At what seems like 75 miles per hour.
I don’t know how much more I can take
But I’ve gotten through this much
So go on,
Press the buttons.
Let’s see what I can do.
Just keep pushing.
Hopefully you’ll find the one
That completely shuts me down.
You call me an angel
And expect me to be perfect.
Well, here’s some news for ya:
Angels lose their heads.
You’ve tried to control things
Not even I can control.
You don’t realize that
The moves you make
Are building a wall
Around my so called
Beautiful mind.
You dance around my emotions
When we’re face-to-face,
But behind my back
You slash them to threads.
Making me more unstable
Than I’ve ever been.
I don’t wish for change
But lately that’s all you’ve placed on the table.
I’m not the first to lose their head.
I’m only one of many.
Just remember.
Angels lose their
heads.
