Tamara Moir (22/03/1991 / Brisbane)

If angels are so perfect
Why did one break my heart?
How can friends so close
Become so far apart?

Friends forever,
That’s what we said
And now we’re enemies
The friendships dead

Angels aren’t so perfect
I learnt the hard way
Now I’m here to tell you
Before you find out one day

All I ever wanted
Was to be you’re friend
Not to share romance with you
But now it’s at an end

Angels aren’t all good
Angels aren’t all bad
They can hurt people
They can make us sad

So if someone asks
“Are angels really good? ”
You can reply
“There just misunderstood”