the orchastra is waiting. nme and my phantoms are substained. nplease don't ever go away. njust stay. ni'm not too great, i know. ni said things i didn't mean, but don't go. nsome things weren't lies. ndon't deny my tries, nto get things back to normal. nand set things straight. ni'm definitly not an angel. ndefinitly not a saint. nmy wings are ripped. nmy halo is bent. ndid you ever get those letters i sent? ni can't figure out what those words meant. ni'll find a song that defines what you did to me. nand sing it outside your window until i'm 63. ntry to make me better. nwrite me beautiful love letters. nthen watch me break down and cry. ntell me two words and give me a lie. ni'll believe you and do the things you want me to. ni'm definitly not an angel. ndefinitly not a saint. nmy wings are ripped. nmy halo is bent. ndid you ever get those letters i sent? ni can't figure out what those words meant. nbut eventually it'll get to be too much to take. ngod fucking damnit, i can't just wait. nin time, i'll break and find someone else to be bored with. ni'll write your love on my arms with a knife tip. n