Nandelle - New Media Angel

She comes through your door
Revealing all she'll ever have
And you can't wait to steal the confidence of that
Cause you can't even feel the monster on your back
She settles in with all the stories in her world
A wine, her smiles the free from worry in a girl
She wants to be the queen of all she understands
But you have other plans
In the market for, another New Media Angel
Angel
Angel
Sister, daughter, wife, and mother
Heaven sent her and this is how you treat her
Taken today, but tomorrow
We'll know her name, in sorrow
We'll have a new, another New Media Angel
You'll come through the door in
One of the few, places that you're allowed to be
A butcher caught, bounded, and locked up now has become the meat
Told when to lie down and sit down and shut up and oye, it's time to speak
But what can you say?
You booked that ticket one way
When you left the land of freedom
All because of power you decided that you would kill a beautiful star, and make a New Media Angel
Sister, daughter, wife, and mother
Heaven sent her and this is how you treat her
Taken today, but tomorrow
We'll know her name, in sorrow
We'll have a new, another New Media Angel
Sister, daughter, wife, and mother
Heaven sent her and this is how you treat her
Taken today, but tomorrow
We'll know her name, in sorrow
We'll have a new, another New Media Angel
Sister, daughter, wife, and mother
Heaven sent her and this is how you treat her
Taken today, but tomorrow
We'll know her name, in sorrow
We'll have a new, another New Media Angel

Written by:
Nandelle Cameron

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