I never believed in angels anyway: I'm sending you my heart in an envelope Covered in papercuts, black ink and lost hope I hope you can read the message I've sent clearly: "It's yours if you can fix it" yours sincerely But my heart will stay broke no matter what you say That's okay, I never really believed in angels anyway So give it your all, do what you will I'll spend my life crying at the window sill And my heart remains broken after all you've done I'll never believe in angels that live under the sun (I'm gonna take this later on and make a song out of it)