Maybe it’s a white lie :)

Spend all ur time waiting for that second chance.For a break that would make it okay.There’s always some reason to feel not good enough,and it’s hard at the end of the day.I need some distraction,beautiful release.Memory seeps from my vein.Let me be empty and weightlees and maybe I’ll find some piece tonight.
In the arm of an angel.Fly away from here.From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.You are pulled from the wreckage of ur silent reverie.U’re in the arms of the angel.May u find some comfort there.
So tired of straight line and everywhere u turn there’s vultures and thieves at ur back.And the storm keeps on twisting,u keep on building the lie.That ur make up for all that u lack.It don’t make no difference,escaping one last time.It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness,this glorious sadness that brings me to my kness.