Christina, don't you cry,
Your scars don't look too bad tonight.
You found a place to hide
in the shadows, where you lie.
You stumble as you walk, Christina,
It's such a crying shame.
Nature deprived you of all elegance & grace...
Down from the sky,
A dead star will fall,
For the ugliest angel of them all.
Your father breaks your heart,
He keeps you and your love apart.
And though you want to cry,
You just smile and close your eyes.
The whispers in the daytime turn to laughter in the
You don't fight, yeah,
You just hide.