by FallenAngel_BVB » Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:17 am
Ana giggled, "fine" she opened her notebook, flipping through drawings of different things - animals, people and buildings- until she got to a drawing of the main school hall, that had lots of detail and shading
We are the in between, cast down as sons of war, Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn,
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed,
We're bored to death in heaven, and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves
We scream, we shout, We are the fallen angels, we scream, We shout, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-ohh, To those who sing alone, no need to feel this sorrow, We scream, we shout whoa,W e a r e t h e f a l l e n a n g e l s