I've got this thing inside me,
and it keeps talking to me
over and over.
You've had that blood on your hands,
since the first time we met
back in the old world.
Back when the trees were still green,
and the sky was still clean
and I was sober...oh my... my.
Blue eyes against a blue sky,
the scenery absorbed you and you shined.
Like an Angel to my eyes, but not quite right.
I should have seen the nature of your crooked flight.
You showed the world...and you, stole the world.
You stole it...you stole it all.
I see your light in their eyes,
and it's no surprise that they adore you...
yes, they do.
You had their blood on your hands,
but it was all in your plans to be discovered...
and now it's
Past time for you to realize,
that the people that adore you did not define.
Like a Devil in my eyes, but not quite right.
I should have mended your wings so you could fly.