Am I an angel
If I so often want to fall to hell?
Am I good
If I've done things no one ever should
Am I pure, undamaged
If my heart has for so long gone unsalvaged?
What do I do that's right
If I want to kill myself every night
What do I do to be called an angel
What do I do to keep myself from falling into hell?
How am I deserving of you
If all the cruel things that I do
I always do to myself?
So please lock your heart upon its shelf
Otherwise I'll break it
Seeing you hurt, I just can't take it
I'm not an angel
I'm more deserving of hell
Than I am of you
That is the only thing that is true.
