I can see the darkness in your soul
Making you feel uglier than a ghoul
But know this: my darling, my love
You are more angelic than a dove
You have a voice that the angels in the heavens above would be jealous of
Yet you walk around with those scars on your wrists
Unhealed like all the injuries I wished I had kissed
And all those times you needed me, I missed
I wish you could see your beauty from my eyes
So you could finally drop your disguise
And leave behind all these terrible lies
Before its too late, and somebody dies.
