When I see her upset
I am upset too.
And every time I see her let down
I am let down on my own
Because I cannot help her.
That is why every single moment
I try to fix the world for her,
And I try to delete the black spots in her white life.
But sometimes I fail,
And I hit myself for that.
Because I fail to be God
Because He created heaven for angels.
And I failed to create one for mine.
So when I see her falling down
I jump and reach her,
push her up and let myself fall,
and I know that my fall is worth.
And I know I deserve to fall and die
Because I let her fall.
I let her down.