Today is tomorrow,
Tomorrow is yesterday,
The next day always follows,
What else can I say?
True love is a dream,
Hatred is always real,
But never as it seems,
But always how I feel.
You can dream of happiness,
But inside always be sad,
Broken by a sacred kiss,
It may turn out to be bad.
Where could he be?
With all the wrong women?
That should be me,
This angel has fallen.
Women cry from a broken heart,
Women laugh from a fulfilled life,
My soul and heart will never part,
Freedom from the dark is what I strive!
This angel will rise again,
The sadness will not be calling,
This heart will beat until the end,
This angel has not fallen.