• At a picture of you I stare
    A tear rolls down my face
    I lay wondering
    Why god had his most beautiful angel leave grace

    The stars couldn’t shine
    As bright as her eyes
    Nothing on heaven or earth could
    Even if it tried

    She glows with a blinding light
    But her, I have to see
    Sometimes I wonder if this is real
    I can’t believe an angel is perfect for me

    But she has other ideas
    I’m not worth her time
    I could never measure up
    She will never be mine

    This can’t be right though
    Fate had led me to choose her
    Maybe it was all a joke
    I was born to die as a loser

    She could never want me
    She’ll just spread her wings and fly
    I’ll be left holding a picture of her
    Reminding me always of how my heart died