Angel.

Tell me why I'm broken.
Or just try and fix me.
Are you the reason I feel this way?
Or has time made me think and see?
Do I really need to love you?
Maybe I don't need you like I thought I did.
Are your feelings only for me?
I guess the truth is what I hid.
It gets harder and harder to love you each day.
Convincing myself of this isn't easy anymore.
Each sunrise brings more pain than the last.
Your eyes just aren't truthful like before.