I was wrong
Through it all
Endless tears
Shattered dreams
Sleepless nights
Starless skies
His angel I was…
Before everything went wrong.
So now
I wear a mask
Pretend to be another
Change and go back to him.
But when I do go back to him
With makeup that’s so right
He tells me,
I need my angel
Not someone else
And I was wrong,
Again…
Friday, September 30, 2005
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