my A-team SONGfic!!!!

A-team yh yh i kno im awesome

A-Team   Songfic by MEGS0316
                               Song by Ed Sheeran

     Walking down the lonely 5th avenue of Apple city New York. Id just came from my job. Id gotten picked up by a strange man id never had business with before. After completing my contract I was walking along the roads to try and see if  I can pick up more work. As I walked a pang of awareness and depression hit me and I started evaluating my life.White lips, pale face. Breathing in the snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Lights gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men…
    And they say I’m in the class A-team. Stuck in my daydream. Been this way but lately my face seems slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries but they scream  the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we’re just under the upper hand. We’re going mad for a couple grams. And I don’t wanna go outside tonight. An in a pipe I fly to the motherland or sell love to another man. It’s too cold outside for angels to fly.
I’ve got ripped gloves, raincoat. I tried to swim, to stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes. Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat. I get called, no phone.
And they say I’m in the class A-team. Stuck in my day dream. Been this way since 18, but lately my face seems slowly sinking , wasting, crumbling like pastries and they say the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we’re just under the upper hand and we go mad for a couple grams. And I don’t wanna go outside tonight. And in a pipe I fly to the motherland or sell love to another man. It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly. I’m the angel that’ll die. Covered in white. Closed eye. And hoping for a better life. This time I’ll fade out tonight. Straight down the line.
     And they say I’m in the class A-team. Stuck in my day dream. Been this way since 18, but lately my face seems slowly sinking , wasting, crumbling like pastries and they say the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we’re just under the upper hand and we go mad for a couple grams. And I don’t wanna go outside tonight. And in a pipe I fly to the motherland or sell love to another man. It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.
    Angels to fly. To fly, to fly. For angels to fly, to fly, to fly. For angels to die. I’m the angel…. That’ll die.