Recycled Angel

What the heck is wrong with me
A soiled dove is all I see
These stains I wear
It's only fair
Recycled Angel

These walls I've built to keep me safe
To hide the past I cannot face
Don't let them close
Don't be exposed
Recycled Angel

This is a burden I'll gladly bare
To hide the mark that I wear
I must handle
This reckless scandle
Recycled Angel

Beck Poulsen
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