You sit there and cried
About the man who has lied
That you thought that you loved
A match made from above
He cheated on you
With someone new
You scream out
Why me oh why
You hold a gun in your hand
Ready to die
Then a handsome angel
Descends from the sky
He grabs a hold of you
And hoists you up high
A tear escapes from your eye
You fly through the night
On a wonderful flight
Knowing that when he's holding you
Everything is all right
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
You sit there and cried
About the man who has lied
That you thought that you loved
A match made from above
He cheated on you
With someone new
You scream out
Why me oh why
You hold a gun in your hand
Ready to die
Then a handsome angel
Descends from the sky
He grabs a hold of you
And hoists you up high
A tear escapes from your eye
You fly through the night
On a wonderful flight
Knowing that when he's holding you
Everything is all right
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