Anastasia walked down the streets of Hogmeade humming softly to herself. She looked around still humming to herself smiling. She found an old oak tree to sit and think, she walked over to it sitting down upon the ground.
"Spend all your time waiting
For that Second chance,
For a break that would make it okay.
Theres always some reason
To not feel good enough,
And it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh, and weightless
And maybe i'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your slient reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thives at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for what you lack
It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your slient reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some confort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here."
When Anastasia stopped singing she smiled softly and closed her eyes softly sighing contently.
by Anastasia Cherenkov Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:43 am
