What If I'm An Angel Without Wings

My Reasons To Live Were My Reasons To Die But At Least They Were Mine Now I've Freedom Unbound Cut The Laces Of Life

History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased, But Crayon Is Forever.

I Cut Myself Because You Wouldn't Let Me Cry. I Cried Because You Wouldn't Let Me Speak. I Spoke Because You Wouldn't Let Me Shine. I Shone Because I Thought You Loved Me.

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.

Once Upon A Time Is Now.