We look upon our darkest days
With little hope to be found
So this wanton lover prays
But refuses to give her ground

Don’t stand in my way
I won’t be shielded
From the spear wielded
By the hardship that’s here to stay

My mind is silent and my eyes are dry
My spirit as my only buffer
Far too wounded to cry
Numb and ready to suffer

I’ll gladly take the fall
A martyr with a broken heart
Restore the idol I’d come to call
A blessing – a new start

A new beginning indeed
But it comes with an end
I’ll just have to pretend
That you’re not what I need

I’ll wear this crown of thorns
With my head held high
As my feelings lie torn
Because once I touched the sky

I’ll keep stumbling mile after mile
I’ll grit my teeth into a smile
Since I don’t think it’s overrated
To be your angel, obliterated