Little miss fallen angel, she's lost without her halo
The whole world's aware of her secret, but she'll be the last,
She'll be the last to know
But I can't say a thing, yes my lips will be sealed
She's all alone in her head, lying in the bed that she's made for herself
Fallen low, pretty and messed up, nowhere to go
No fashion show, stripped of the costume that she knows
Cried out eyes, searching for friendships she knew of old
Small footsteps, back to the fold
So you've heard so many stories of high living and cut price glories
There's no going back on the future now, no need to make,
To make that fall from grace
Because you know, down below that you can sit with your head held high
Your halo shines bright above the starry night, asking you why you've
Fallen low, pretty and messed up, nowhere to go
No fashion show, stripped of the costume that she knows
Cried out eyes, searching for friendships she knew of old
Small footsteps, back to the fold
Fallen low, pretty and messed up, nowhere to go
No fashion show, stripped of the costume that she knows
Cried out eyes, searching for friendships she knows of old
Small footsteps, back to the fold
Fallen low, pretty and messed up, nowhere to go
No fashion show, stripped of the costume that she knows
Cried out eyes, searching for friendships she knows of old
Small footsteps, back to the fold

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN