Lightstar7

PASSENGER PRINCESS

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

AFTERCARE

BABYDOLL

MUSTANG BABY (FT. ARTEMAS)

southbound / test drive

test drive

out of order

vitamin

i don't wanna

milk & honey

ur gf

one of the ones

eat me alive / u don't have to tell me

u don't have to tell me

Pull me in

I hit the ground harder than I meant to fall,
Wings clipped short by a voice that said it all.
You told me flying wasn’t made for me,
But I still tried to lift myself above the debris.

I’m an angel stitched from fractures and fear,
Halo bent sideways from the weight of the year.
The sky felt heavy, but the ground felt worse—
I learned that falling is its own kind of curse.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but somehow survive.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Call me an asphalt angel — burned but bright,
A halo rebuilt from the ruins of night.

You watched me fall like you hoped I’d stay down,
A quiet disaster meant to never be found.
But rubble shakes different when I stand again—
You can’t break someone who learned to bend.

Concrete kisses left marks on my skin,
But I wear them proud like the places I’ve been.
I’ve risen from crashes you thought would win—
A phoenix that learned how to rise from within.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but somehow survive.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Call me an asphalt angel — burned but bright,
A halo rebuilt from the ruins of night.

The ground never held me the way the sky did,
But I learned to fly with the pain I hid.
Every broken feather, every shattered scream—
I sew them together like the seam of a dream.

If heaven won’t take me, the streetlights will glow,
Lighting my wings as I rise from below.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but still… I rise.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Asphalt angel — burning bright,
Born again from the impact of night.

ASPHALT ANGEL

i don't wanna

ella boh

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