The angels pick one person to look at
One person to watch over
And that angel looks at their memories
Their sadness, happiness, anger
And pick the memory that person needs

But instead of sending me a happy memory
They sent me insecurities
And they got so embarrased they ran
Ran away from me
But what if its to much for me
To remember my happy memory

No other angels can help me
No one else to give me a good feeling
They are to busy with others
To care nor look at me
But what if I can't survive without them,
Mentally

That is why I look at others
And feel jealousy
Because they have their angel
And they don't have to
Be scared like me