Not dancing in the woods, anymore

loved you and putted you so high
knew that it was wrong, that you're not an angel
maybe i was blind, at least i was conscious of that
but didn't know how to pull you down
you helped me with that
and you had to be cruel....
and it fade away, few is left
i'm left,
odd thing, for you i dreamed, for you i wrote, for you i cried
but you never really existed
although you made me flote and i thank you for that my sweet lover
because most of creation is only inspired by pain