«Dear Angel of mine, Where do I start to express how I feel? Well, my love's gone blind. Now all that I feel is what I hear. Your words rip and tear, and Through my heart so weak and pure. Now I find myself wanting to dieDear Angel of mine, Where do I start to express how I feel? Well, my love's gone blind. Now all that I feel is what I hear. Your words rip and tear, and Through my heart so weak and pure. Now I find myself wanting to die
