Sweet angel. Sweet angel, with golden wings,
What did I thought by offering you my heart;
By offering you my life, my own being?
Again I bleed myself with such an art
That almost lost my own humanity.
Crazy I was. In fact crazy ‘bout you,
Crazy for you I am eternally,
You know that there’s nothing I can do.
Since the first time I saw your beauty
That I felt myself connected with you.
Is this love or obsession? I really
Don’t know. I leave everything old and new
To be with you. In a mirror I see
I’m old, I’m fat, I’m blue. You can’t need me!
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