Oh, my sweet little devil
You view me so high
put me on a pedestal to display
You hold me up
Comfort me when I'm down
try to support me as best as you can
But would you still hold me close
comfort my fears
if you realized I wasn't the angle you saw
Would you still wish to be near
if you understood
that is my biggest regret
the one simple action
that controls my life
involved you?
Could you still look at me the same
or would your view change
when you see me shy away from your loving touch
Would you leave little devil
if you understood what I did
that November morning?