Fallen

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.