Angels And Demons , we both can love*

The perfeccion does't exist.
But she's like an angel,
Is beautiful,
And isn't perfect, 'cause she is real.
Her look makes me smile, makes
me happy.
Her lips are my desire,
are my obsecion.

But i'm living a damn lie,without sense.
I just wanna start again, without fears.
But, by your side, nothing i am,
just a simple demon,
playing to be glad.
Where is the shine of the stars?
my reason to start?

But the angel lended me her wings,
and togheter we'll go flying to
the Eden,
And then, we'll love in the hell's flames.
'cause you are all my hopes,
my treasure, my happines, my love.
I finally found, the shine of the star
I finaly found, a reason to start!
thank at you, my sweet angel.