I wanted to kiss the bundles of stars in your face.
I wanted to smooth the rough edges of your skin;
Weaved with mine, so full of hidden pain and boyish innocence.
I wanted to melt into your warm, white walls.
I didn't want you to leave...
The heavens watched us while we slept,
In those cold December nights.
Angels full of envy above us,
Mad at how our love has been kept.
I supposed they wanted you to become a fleeting blotch of red; my anger.
So that I would cry out to the cutter that night;
A foil on a string, they watch as I linger.
I suppose the whispers of fate decided to change us.
Each night I would lust after blood and pain.
But tonight the stars were painted grey.
Is this the price I must pay?
Is this the price that I must pay,
for loving an angel so soft and pure?
My heart not good enough,
for he has found someone new.
I didn't want you to leave...
I miss the taste of your sweet skin.
As for the last time this is the end.
My heart is black and you're so cold.
I'm sorry for making this a beautiful lie.
You know I am sorry and I wish I could make this up for you, Brandon...
