My Beautiful Angel.
Tell me what you're thinking,
My beautiful angel;
When you look into my eyes,
What is it that you see?
A monster that is aching for freedom,
Or a girl who is lost and out of place?
Am I insane for believing it,
Or am I smart for wondering?
I could hurt anything I touch,
Yet you seem to trust me.
I am afraid for you.
I could ruin you.
A mask I wear,
And a wall is built;
Afraid to let anyone in,
But they wiggle through just the same.
Do you not understand?
My love can make or break,
And my touch?
The flames will eternally lick.
I am damned and broken,
But you are blind
And that is far worse;
It will be the death of you.
Open your eyes,
My beautiful angel.
For I will harm you
In many ways unknown.
I am pretty,
But I am also a rose;
My petals are gorgeous,
But the thorns will slice you.
I am angry and confused,
And I am cracked and torn.
I am battered and bruised;
Damaged goods, used.
I will smile for you,
And it will be genuine,
But I will not cry for you;
My tears are to be hidden.
So my beautiful angel,
Now do you see?
Do you see what I am,
And how hard it can be?
I will not lie,
And I will not cheat,
But your heart might decide,
That I am made of concrete.
I cannot be moved,
And I will not be swayed,
So please, angel, run,
Before you cannot be saved.
My beautiful angel;
When you look into my eyes,
What is it that you see?
A monster that is aching for freedom,
Or a girl who is lost and out of place?
Am I insane for believing it,
Or am I smart for wondering?
I could hurt anything I touch,
Yet you seem to trust me.
I am afraid for you.
I could ruin you.
A mask I wear,
And a wall is built;
Afraid to let anyone in,
But they wiggle through just the same.
Do you not understand?
My love can make or break,
And my touch?
The flames will eternally lick.
I am damned and broken,
But you are blind
And that is far worse;
It will be the death of you.
Open your eyes,
My beautiful angel.
For I will harm you
In many ways unknown.
I am pretty,
But I am also a rose;
My petals are gorgeous,
But the thorns will slice you.
I am angry and confused,
And I am cracked and torn.
I am battered and bruised;
Damaged goods, used.
I will smile for you,
And it will be genuine,
But I will not cry for you;
My tears are to be hidden.
So my beautiful angel,
Now do you see?
Do you see what I am,
And how hard it can be?
I will not lie,
And I will not cheat,
But your heart might decide,
That I am made of concrete.
I cannot be moved,
And I will not be swayed,
So please, angel, run,
Before you cannot be saved.