Was it not you
who made me believe it was true
My sky you made blue
I held unto you like glue
your intentions, no clue

To the highest sky,
you made my fears fly
My eyes you wiped dry
now, in your hot pan I fry
why do you want me to die?

Angel's hearts break too
I didn't know you had two
not once you gave me a clue
now, in shame's line I queue
Your whorish ways, I wish I knew