On angel's halos I tread,
On love's bitter sugars I feed.
Until all is dead, a
Until I'm filled with this need.

I'm stepping on the cracks,
Paying no attention to my heart,
Forget about mother's back,
My pain is my art.

It's his smile,
It's his rebel talk
That is making me so vile,
Changing this angel's walk.

And I scream aloud;
The night is closing in,
Like mist
And I don't know where to begin.

I've been looking for him;
I've been looking for a saviour,
Someone to whisper to me when the lights are dim,
To save this angel from her naughty behavior.

And the tables turn;
He's the one on his knees.
I think I'll burn,
Well-done for this angel, please.