It hurts so much to know i've blown my chance.
They always go away.
I have to sin and put them in a trance.
Just to make them stay.

Its hard to know, that they have gone
Never to return.
Its cruel this stove that they've pinned me on.
They're so cold to watch me burn.

The perfect face i saw.
Made me feel so small.
My loving may be raw.
You must be the angels call.