I tore my wings trying to save you,my feathers caught on fire leaving scars which constantly reminds me of you.
Were you actually dying? Or were you just playing another one of your strange mind control games? Controlling and steadily manipulating my actions trying to turn my mind against my heart,while digging my soul searching for priceless treasures.
I was too quick to fly to your rescue,being a fool and falling for all your tricks, you gently pulled my strings like a musician playing a golden harp.
Without my wings I'm out of place,you slowly pushed me to the point where you knew i wouldn't be of any use to myself anymore.
I can't say i haven't enjoyed our dalliance,but it wasn't good for me because the scars that's on my wings can't be healed and i can't live with myself knowing that i tried to save you while you deceived me.
I'm now a fallen angel.
