Learning To Fly My Broken Wings

I WAS JUST ANOTHER FALLEN ANGEL WINGS DROOPED UPON THE FLOOR THERE'S NO BEAUTY TO THEM THEY'RE WORTH NOTHING ANYMORE PLACES WHERE THE UTMOST BEAUTY WERE NOW THE HOLES OF PAIN RESIDE THERE'S NO FEELINGS LEFT ANYMORE NOTHING MORE TO HIDE HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL THIS STOPS THE PAIN, THE HURT SUBSIDES WHEN CAN THIS STOP FEELING WRONG WHEN CAN I STOP DYING INSIDE? I HAVE TO PICK MYSELF UP TO MAKE THIS ALL GO AWAY PATCH UP THE HOLES IN MY WINGS AND LEARN HOW TO FLY AGAIN I MAY NOT HAVE THE PERFECT WINGS I'VE ALWAYS WISHED FOR AND ADORED BUT I'LL HAVE TO WORK WITH WHAT I GOT AND SHOW THEM, MY LIFE MEANS MORE I WON'T LET MYSELF FALL ANYMORE WON'T LET THEM SEE ME CRY I'LL PROVE THEM WRONG, I'LL GET BACK UP AND TEACH THESE BROKEN WINGS TO FLY.