He was something that I needed..
A bandage to help stop the bleeding.

The drink I knew I should be putting down.
The addiction that wouldn't stop coming back around.

He perhaps got the closest to truly knowing
the real me. The parts I buried way down deep ...

I knew he was like a dance with the Devil..
Falling in love over and over again with trouble.

Throwing myself onto his blistering fire..
Giving in to this never ending strong desire.

The sin that wouldn't let me go.
The wicked thoughts racing
through my mind while he'd sit upon his throne.

I wanted to be the Heaven in his Hell.
No matter in the end how that felt.

The words that fell from his delicious mouth
Lie from truth I couldn't tell.

And yet I fear that I'll become like a favorite song..
Over played and he'll want to move on.

Like clipped wings on the fallen angel
no longer able to fly..
All his most loved ways to say goodbye.