You yell at me,
You hurt me,
You burn me,
yet you still love me.

Do you hate me as much as I love you?
Do you enjoy bringing me pain?
You have your cold eyes,
and I have my scared eyes.

I'd spread my wings and fly,
but you shoot me down again.
It's too late to save me,
and every time I fall,
I always die.

I hate how you hurt me,
Yet I love you so,
I'd spread my wings and fly,
but you push and shove and throw,
me down to the ground,
and I can't get up again,
I'm a fallen angel,
and this is how I died.