Angel sat on the rooftop with her guitar and her note book; strumming random notes and making random words, trying and fit together to make some kind of song. After a few minutes she sat back a read over the words. Then she began to play her guitar.

Because life isn't easy
For someone like me
Being alone when everyone ones around
Lost so much but gain so little
In this world
Nothing is right
In this world I call home
It's like I'm here alone

Angel sighed and bit her lip, trying to decide weither or not it worked. She hummed it a few times before realizing she had heard a door open from behind her.