Even Angels Fall

Sorrow sings her kisses in silence and adjusts the blinds to keep the light from mocking everything I feel She dances slowly a silhouette upon the curtains but her eyes seem to cry only empty tears I beg for comfort with inadequate verse it meant so much to me.... and so little to her and I am sinking into a mountain of self pity why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel? "where is my angel," "where is my angel," "where is my angel, when I need him most?" "where is my angel," "where is my angel," "where is my angel, tell me now where did he go?"