My own little angel.
So happy and free.
Oh why should I see
This art of glee?
My beloved little angel
What got wrong?
Your wings torn apart
You singing a bad song?
My little angel
How could this be?
You were the happiness
I could ever commit to thee.
Oh little angel,
What false have I seen..
*You weren't really heaven,
But a demon, ready to sin..*