God it hurts so bad-
to lose the one you wish you had.
You gave me all of your pretend love-
called me your angel from above.
I was a Saint and you were my hell-
you shoved me back into my shell.
You promised you’d hurt me-
I just had to wait and see.
You weren’t lying-
this angel now feels like she’s dying.
One week passed and there she is-
kissing the lips I used to kiss.
Is she better than me?
Did I become too boring?
Does she make you feel the way that I used to?
Do you love the way that she moves?
You took another piece of my already broken heart-
you knew you would from the very start.
Just like the loser envies the winner-
the Saint always falls for the Sinner.