I still find it hard to believe, that I must rise above all these tricks
Isn't it just a bit repugnant, that something so beautiful and special
Could slip away in an instant, right when you've just treasured it like a medal
A picture forms in my head, and boy is it as vividly clear as crystal
It was the day when I was found almost dead, by an enchanting angel
I was precautious around strangers; what if this cute putto tore me apart?
I was careful to keep up the barriers, that I had built around my heart
But the angel mysteriously lit a fire in me, and it was impossible to die
It was magic, maybe, 'cause the flames kindled my soul and made me fly
'Is this even possible?' I asked, 'cause it seemed too good to be true
I no longer needed the heart-mask, I needed neither duct tape nor glue
But time told me I had to lose; the angel's gone and now I suffer
Isn't this just preposterous, perhaps fate again is screwing me over
My heart sinks back to a dismal space, as I wallow in my misery
My soul is back in a dark embrace, but I won't lose this memory
Because even though right now as I lay sleepless and crestfallen,
I'll never forget how an angel once made me very happy again.
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