and you'd love her despite her ugliness
yet when you hug, she stabs you
the prettiest rose will have its thorns
your so nieve to evil in angel clothes
she is your halo bearing muse
when you two leave, i play the fool
dressing up in all her clothing, yes
yet when you hug, she stabs you
just once, i wish i was her--to you
in all her glory, in all her mess
she is your halo bearing muse
you say you need me, yet i don't know
if what i feel says you need me like this
yet when you hug, she stabs you
i'll play along, pretending i wear no noose
yet either way, it seems i will lose
she is your halo bearing muse
yet when you hug, she stabs you