He’s an Angel Convinced He’s From Hell

He’s an angel convinced he’s from hell,
Some days I am convinced this is truth.
He enrages me and it hard to tell
Whether it is him or merely our youth
That makes me go mad with feelings so strange.
Of passion anger and my own head games,
Hearts are open but his is out of range
And I know I am the person to blame.
He’s broken me a thousand times over.
I hate him so, this fact I say he knows
I dare say the man has found another
He does not know how I feel truly though.
Damn bastard stole my one and only heart
I love him, his eyes are a work of art