And I hope the angel takes you to an illustrious place
Where you don't have to rely on other people's mistakes
Other people's mistakes (My mistakes)
It's not your fault (It's not your fault)
That you don't exist
That you don't exist
Sweet bundle of tragedy
Rests inside a murderous device
And decides if we are ready
And no we'll never be ready
Now the knife waits to end the unborn for the truth
To no one except you
No one except you
No one, no
No one except you
And I Hope the Angel takes you to an illustrious place
Where you don't have to rely on other people's mistakes
Other people's mistakes (My mistakes)
It's not your fault (It's not your fault)
That you don't exist
That you don't exist
Don't worry you're not missing anything
Well maybe you are
A world full of brokenness
Nights filled with scars
Days of loneliness
An existence of pain
Maybe it's a favor or a cop out
Either way it's too late now
Too late now
Too late now
So much for pleasing everyone
I just want you to exist
So much for pleasing everyone
I just wanted you to exist
I just want you
I just want you
So you wanted something of your own
So you wanted something of your own
Of your own
