That I'm just a wild rose,
Trapped in my own thorns,

I'm starting to believe,
That maybe you were right,

Because it seems every time,
When the clock strikes nine,
Another boy is there,
Trying to save me,
Or just passing me by,

I've been told that I'm an angel,
But what happens when I need someone to save me?

My wings turn black and I keep falling,

They ask,
You look like you've been crying,

Slowly its happening,
I'm falling,

The snows covering my bloody tracks,

But, true friends never leave,
So, she'll come with me,
On to the bus of midnight dreams,

My halos turning gray,
Hurry before my wings fly away,

I'm so afraid,
Of what this world
Is doing to me

The innocents is melting off my face
Becoming a demon,
This can't be happening,