Though what we know, ceases to appear...
Let us dance, Angel;
Upon the shattered glass
& we can pretend everything is ok.
We can dance the night away!
They can't hear you scream, Angel;
Your pain is just too much.
Though your face may decieve,
They know you don't believe.
But that can all change;
We can make things right!
But please, don't cry Buttercup.
Please, please, wake up.
-If that makes any sense...