Angels fight for glory.
How is it I am betrayed.
My life is not but meaningless.
When on the sword I am laid.
Laughing, crying, tears of joy.
But of course I am sad.
Happy in the dream another gives.
They live and I am glad.
If only it could have been better.
And both of us survived.
But I couldn't let you stand there.
So I had to be the one that died.
A nightmare I know oh too well.
If only it could be true.
But then I wake and remember.
It wasn't me but you.

I try, I try, but I can't sleep.