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Debra Davis Angels In The Attic

will get back up and try I can always find my way in the dark I know the monsters under my bed I know the voices in my head I?ve got angels in the attic

As fleeting as the scent of violets Charming as a lover?s gaze Penetrating as the eye of sun that stares the night to day A fruit from my mother?s garden

Small talk, pretty large drinks Walk the walk, don?t even think about it Stand around quotin? shrinks She eyes his wallet, the old man winks I?m a square

Used to be afraid to go outside No more, no more Thought the 10-foot people would have my hide No more, no more And it?s nothing that I realized It?s

I have an enemy, hides itself in side of me Anytime I try to be too perfect Pours a drink, lights a smoke Makes itself feel right at home Anytime I try

Time to unpack it and wipe off the dust Going to take all that I?ve got to dig up this trust I can?t let it lie there in hiding buried alive Here in