I have a tale to tell about a girl whose soul was screwed :
She was born into a life with everything to lose
Her father sold her to the trade when she was just a child
She was seventeen and never ever learned to smile
She took a bullet and she blew out her brains
She didn't say goodbye, she just went away
And now who's missing her? I wish she was here
Her name was Angel and she'd had a bad year
Where did Jesus go?
What's the point of screaming out if no one gives a damn?
What's the point of reaching out if no one lends a hand?
She had passed the point where there was nothing left to give
She was seventeen and never ever learned to live
That's life, that's what all the people say.
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king.
