Inside my heart lives an angelic devil
She has possessed me with her charming demons.
Every last word I utter is shadowed by a heart shaped smoke
And every time I feel weak she lift me up with her broken wings.

She full fill my incomplete dreams
Like tyra does to her next top models.
When she walks on the idle with he penicured devil nails
I am afraid not to expose the scars she planted with her sharp nails on my garden.

She is my volcano, when I see her I can taste the lava from the layer of my stomach
And feel the heat through my throat.
As my heart impatiently wait for the lava to evaporate
She would melt it down with her icy lips and snowy breath
As if she knew the temperature my body couldn't withstand.

When she smiles my heart earthquakes
And my soul floats inside the hole of Satan.
I wonder how she does it, stretching her wings with missing furthers
And fly like an hungry owl.

She's an angel with horns
Horns where all her strength lies on.
She's an angel with a long tale
A tale that measures the existence of our love.

This devil is an angel.
This angel is devil.
It breaks my heart and quickly mends it.
It marks my garden with its nails and gives me the reason to leave but I fail to
For those marks are a the lines she trace in search of me.
She drew a map on my garden! This angelic devil is smart!

Inside my heart lives an angelic devil
Burning every vein that keeps my heart awake
Man this heart burn feels so phenomenal.
She is fire, she burns our bond with no smoke.