He looked at me like I was an angel
And he decided, he was the devil
I touched him and wings sprouted on his back
But you see love is what we really lack.
We danced in our own darkness where we stayed
I'm perfect to him like he was to me
We agreed that it is always a "we"
But little did we know we have been played.
Darling by now you should've realize
I know the dark lies behind your two eyes
We are nowhere near wretched or divine
W e are only mislead by some thorn vine.
We sang a tune sorrowful and just wrong
It had become our own perfect love song
So proud of love when all it was is fake
Sweetheart all it had done to us is take.
What would it take to make you realize?
This would lead to our very own demise
We fled away from our own dreadful past
Honey I ponder, how long will we last?
