Every time I fall or fail A angel crys or gives up Everytime I grow Angels have reasons to smile again Everytime I chose to be bad A rose loses it's head I guess i'll have a bunch of thorns to offer Take this what i have left What I'll ever only have If this is all i have and i give it to you my only possesions my last peice of me with you For you Even If all I had was A sharpness and bring forth nothing but pain Would you still Put me in your vase?Birth sign: Aquarius
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