Broken Angels

Broken Angels

I know you want a taste
of my sin
my sin which is as pure
as the clarity of gin,
and I am just trying to find
my way
my way out of this
because I barely know who I am
or where I am headed to.

And all you want is a lick
of my vice
my vice as clear as new fallen ice,
I've never been angel
but I fly on broken wings,
and I know I ain't no Saint
but I still have my pride.

But you just want the worst
of me
while I take away the best
of you,
how bitter your lips
as they kiss
the falsehood of mine
but I see through Devil's eyes.

It wasn't always quite like this
but maybe all this time
I've been wearing a disguise,
was I too good once
or am I never quite bad enough?
Is there no place to live in between?

I've shattered all the walls
but I am not as worse as worse gets,
and never have I been as good
as good can be.

You leave me so confused
about where to turn
and I walk the fine line
just along the edge,
how easy could I slip
and fall right into
your seduction.

Always I have worn
my virtue on my sleeve
but it begins to crack
as you tear it away from me,
and when I protest
I only mean half of what I say.

You take me away
away to some other place,
I walk across the broken glass
and you enjoy the sight
while I bleed,
virgin's blood on stained sheets.

I am not the chosen one
the only one
but I am only myself.
and that is never quite enough
yet always a little bit too much.