Huddled in a corner she prays
For her lover to come
And set her free from this hell
She doesn’t know where he is
She doesn’t think she will ever find him

Does he even exist
Why hasn’t he come
Maybe he doesn’t love her
Maybe he does and she just doesn’t know it

Maybe he’s waiting for her to realize that he’s right in front of her
Maybe he’s wondering why she hasn’t noticed him
Perhaps she just needs to turn around

What if he represents her pain, her sorrow
What if he hurts when she does
What if he wants her but she just doesn’t realize it
Obviously she hasn’t realized
That he’s the blood of the angel