I know I am being put through my personal hell,
but Iâ€™m treating her like sheâ€™s my heaven.
I know my heaven is okay,
But Iâ€™d do anything for the dark to take me,
my mirrors to shake me.
Iâ€™m stuck wishing I could call you my angel.
Iâ€™m stuck wishing I could call you my doll,
Iâ€™m stuck knowing I would never be as perfect
as your soft blonde hair.
I never knew my favorite color till I saw your eyes
as blue as the sea and our desperation of different things.
Iâ€™m stuck wishing you were my angel
but I know that death must capture me first.
Iâ€™m stuck knowing that it already has.