Broken Wings Don't Help A Thing

At her home
She sits alone
A gun placed to her head,
As she lays helpless in her bed.
No one really knew
But what she said was true
And with a kiss goodbye,
She floats to the sky.
But her wings are torn
And she falls to where no one mourns
And keeps falling,
And keeps calling.
No one around to hear
Voice fades, no longer clear
No one around to care,
She starts to feel the flames singe her hair.
No one really cared
No one thought to ask, though some had been dared
Now it's too late,
They wasted time in their wait.
Now she's gone
Her journey wasn't very long
She tried to go home in the sky,
But her wings have failed, no one tried to help her fly.
Now she still falls
She no longer calls
Through the blistering flames,
Through sick little games.
No one cared
It wasn't fair
I should have reached out,
And told her what it was all about.
But it's hard to convince yourself,
When you know, alive or dead, you're bound for hell.