They say you have wings of the purest of gold
But these antics and facades are getting old
Feel the grip of the heartless cold
Do you purposely rip your wings to be bold?
Angels only fly above us to torment
They do not care for the sentiment
I will not wish for their manipulation
This is no consolation
Everyone wishes for the pain of emotion
But no one noticed
This is only damnation
The thing we give into temptation
For once I show a cord
Though all you do is horde
Your selfishness is a sword
You are no lord
I hate you and your wings of purest gold
I hate you and your smile of purest white
I hate you and your skin of purest sun
I hate you and the fact you seem perfect to me
