Satan with Wings

You hate me so much and I love you so much that I would hold my breath just to make you smile. If we fell asleep with the moon and awoke with the sun, and you were laying on my arm with a red face and long horns... I'd still love you. They'd call you the devil, you'd try to be the devil, but only because you already fell from Heaven. Your eyes are full of confusion, it's not getting any clearer. If I'm good and you're bad, then let me be your mirror.