Secrets don't make friends

I think it's time to hang up my halo and wings.
Because i'm certainly no angel anymore.
Something radical has come over my body.
Quietly, i sit here thinking of my sins, but i'll never reveal these secrets.
Prey and hunt.
I'll never reveal my secrets.
So, let's live in this misery together.
Too bad this guilt is always going to burn on so fucking deep.
This double edged sword has stabbed me in the back one too many times.
But the cheap thrill and ecstasy is worth every single second.
Best part is, i know you're exactly the same way.
I don't think that i'll ever come clean.