I'm not an angel, no matter what you say,
'cause angels ain't that pathetic.
I'm selfish and wants to leave this place someday,
I'm only synthetic.
Maybe I look like someone from above,
but then you've got the sun in your eyes.
Would I still have your love,
if you knew I'm just someone in disguise.
The real me is not good at all,
she's just someone hiding.
She's a coward and feel so small,
whom is not abiding.
Will you take me by the hand in front of everyone,
and show them who I am?
Will you help me to not run,
say you love me in front of them?
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