Fallen Angel - Traci Lords

You say you wake up in the morning

Feeling used

Like a fallen angel

Tired and bruised

It’s got you feeling so insane

More dead than alive

Love’s got you stained

On the inside

Oh, is it love, love, love?

Oh, is it love, sweet love?

Oh, is it love, love, love?

Oh, is it love, sweet love?

So don’t tell me you feel pretty

When you’re such a mess

Just try to remember

And don’t forget

We’re all dancing in the darkness

Don’t shut out the light

I want so bad to ease your pain

On the inside

Love, love, love

Oh, is it love, sweet love?

Oh, is it love, love, love?

Oh, is it love, sweet love?

Drowning in excess

Thoughts of suicide

Like a mirror

You can’t hide

Fallen angel

Fallen angel