White
lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
& they say, she's in the class
A team, stuck in her
Daydream, been this way since
Eighteen, but lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just
Under the upper hand
I'll go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside
Tonight
And in a pipe, she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly~
~Ed Sheeran.
♥