Born an Angel

I was born an angel to die
So that you'd get your wings and fly
Don't you know how hard it is to be the perfect son?
Or how easy it is to fall once the descent has begun?

And I was born this thing just to cry
So that you'd follow the truth and not the lie
But don't you know how hard it is to hold my tongue
When the light's going dark and the evil won?

I'm sick of this place into which I've been hurled
I'm sick of reputation; I'm sick of this world
I don't know how; I never will
How to be the hero when I'm designed to kill

I've been brought up in the dark but I'm the beacon of light
I'm supposed to be the one to conquer the night
Don't you know how hard it is just to be me
When I see myself crumbling into smoke and debris?

I see it all inside, all I used to fear
I have forgotten all those things that I used to hold dear
Don't you know how hard it is to rule darkness within?
I'm sleeping with my nightmares; each night I'm falling in

Don't you know how hard it is just be me?
When I realise I've become my sworn enemy
Don't you know as you build me up that I can only ever fall?
That after frail escape attempts I'll surrender to it all

I'm cast from my youth into eloquent sin
To a world where the shadows permeate the skin
Don't you know how hard it is to draw out these lies?
When my heart is the last thing that finally dies

Don't you know how hard it is just to be free
When you realise I've become my only enemy?

**Dark? Sad? I dunno, I really am appalling with categories**