Memoirs of an open mind

Sometimes I'd like to think about you as an angel, forget the words you said that day, the thinks you did behind my back, the man you really loved... Not me, never me! But there is one thing you should have known before you left me standing there... I loved you! Why do I know you like an angel? because you sent me free, now I know that love isn't the cure for my pain, the gun I'm holding in my hand, the one you left for me the only think i owe... That's the real cure"