More songs by MAIVE.
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Description
Composer: MAIVE.
Lyricist: MAIVE.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I should probably tell you I'm not pretty as I used to be.
I should probably shout the anger, pull the trigger right to your head.
Bad luck, I didn't have time.
Time, time to talk tonight.
Straight to your heart.
Not a lie, not a lie, I'm not a human, but a part-time fighter.
It's not a crime for being mother angels, bleeding straight from the roof.
I still believe I have the life that was stolen from the reaper.
Angels have wings while I don't.
My feet is still rushing for the flames, even I'm not sure fit the room you place.
But hey, I'll walk through the flames and spit the fire to the air that you breathe.
I'm just an empty bottle, got a stamp of fragile label.
If you ask me how I feel, my heart is cold right now.
Not a lie, not a lie, I'm not a human, but a part-time fighter.
It's not a crime for being mother angels, bleeding straight from the roof.
I still believe I have one life that was stolen from the reaper.
Angels have wings while I don't.
You said everything's gonna be all right, but it's too hard to live.
You said everything's gonna be okay, but it's too hard to live.
Have you ever think about me one more time?
I think I'll be mother angels.