Nothing is changing anymore, and I like that I don't belong here, but nothing, and no one, is gonna be changed...I am broken and cannot be fixed...

Everyone thinks that we are all able to fly like the angels above, but I cannot...not anymore...

Upon fighting for my soul and trying to figure out who I am...I cannot take flight with this broken wing...

Like the fallen angels before me, I cannot live in Heaven or Hell, but Inbetween...because of my broken wing

Never gonna give up this false hope that one day I will be able to fly again, because I am an Inbetween-er who has no chance to live, to survive, anywhere

One day you'll see that all of this happened because of me...

Heaven will not let me return after kicking me out for being who I am...

Hell will not take me inm deeming me 'worthless' and 'useless'...

Upon shattered glass is where I lay...surrounded by nothing but fields of gray...dying trees, withering roses, nothing will ever grow back to its former beauty

And as I lay myself down to rest, my broken wing is a reminder that I'm always alone...

my broken wing will never heal...

my broken wing shall be broken forever more...

my broken wing and my broken body...

reminders that I am a fallen angel with nowhere to go...

good-bye