As I look up I can see a light
Yes i'm still in this hole; I’m still in the fight.
I am still here in broken loves ashes.
But slowly i’m climbing out
I’m almost there I'm almost past this.
My hands bleeding trying to climb.
But an angel has come to find
Why I am here?
Why am I still broken?
This angel has helped me before.
She was the one who spoken.
The whispers in my ear.
The one who helped me stay clear.
Of her the one who broke my heart
She had already been helping me from the start.
So here on my way out of this hell of broken love.
I speak to this angel, she has a soul of a dove
She is an angel who has traveled through hells fire
She too had been hurt before
A sweet good man is what she desires.
All at once my soul begins healing
My scars my heart their no longer bleeding.
This angel, could she be the one for me?
I must climb out of here.
I must solve this mystery.

This angel, it seems, is allot like me
She too wants a good relationship.
This fills my heart with glee.
I look around and now see light.
Have I already climbed out?
Have I won the fight?
I think I can feel it again
It seems like happiness
Is what this angel will send?
So here I am with an angel who has traveled my hell.
I’m with her now and it all seems well.

But this happiness is short lived.
Friends she wants to remain.
So my friendship I give.
Then the angel flies away.
But here alone I stay.
Happy, at least, with a prospect of happiness.
But the angel is still gone and growing is this sadness.
Then all of a sudden a figure appears
It is someone the angel has given a message to send, a friend.
She comes with this message that it is best to move on
I ask her happened?
What I have done wrong?
Nothing she says its her she’s in a weird place.
If only the angel could see the pain in my face.
What then, I ask, what has the angel told you?
She likes you mentally but physically this isn’t true.
I am ugly to her?
No taller she prefers.
So I slip back again into this hole.
Pain has come back for more.
But at least I haven’t fallen as deep as I was before.
I think, in my heart that, I will be here a while.
But the angels voice I hear and see her smile.
It turns out that the angel has reconsidered.
That she missed me.
Have I found happiness could this be?
So the angel asks me to accompany her on a date.
I am now hanging at the edge of this hole.
I must climb out, maybe its not too late
To find my way out.
In the distance I hear a shout.
It’s her friend she says the angel wants to patch things up.
But at this edge here I am stuck.
What should I do?
Does she really like me?
So maybe I should talk to her and see.
But the angel doesn’t seem like she wants to speak.
Her friend says she’s going through allot and is weak.
So I try to comfort her but she lashes out.
Her once beautiful voice begins to shout.
She says that I have allot of flaws.
I understand I am human after all.
But it hurts me to hear her talk to me like this.
She likes you her friend persists.
So I just lye back and wait the date.
But the angel it seems has made a mistake.
I was not told what time to go.
I missed out on the show.
I am too afraid to speak to this angel.
What to do my hearts tangled.

But then comes her friend
And she speaks things that offend.
Why are you acting like this?
But pain she continues to give.
But then off comes the disguise.
And I am now surprised.
The angel she is the one speaking to me!
In the distance a familiar figure I see.
She tells me that the angel was the one saying those things
The angel continues again, why is she being so mean?
I see this angel begin to change.
I’m falling again this is the same?
She has done to me like many before.
This pain I cannot take it any more.
Why does this keep happening to me?
I am good and sweet can they not see?
Will I never be happy?
My scars are once again open.
By the words the angel has spoken.
This has been the story of an angel who has thrown me down.
This hole is now filled with my blood; I sink and begin to drown.
It seems like this hole of broken love will be my home.
This angel was too good to be true.
This I Should’ve Known...

 
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