Sorrow sings Her kisses in silence And adjusts the blinds to keep the light From mocking everything I feel She dances slowly A silhouette upon the curtains But her eyes seem to cry Only empty tears I beg for comfort with inadequate verse It meant so much to me... and so little to her And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel? "Where is my angel," "Where is my angel," "Where is my angel, when I need him most?" "Where is my angel," "Where is my angel," "Where is my angel, tell me now where did he go?"