I sit in a room of pink and black
Wondering if your planning your next attack
My wings have been burned
Right down to the tip
As we float right down the Vegas Strip
It's hard to believe in you
When your so scared
I've been left vaccinated
My soul left bare
When I say "I love you"
I don't expect a reply
But if I ever heard one
I think that I would die
Smarting from the suffucation
You say you just don't know
But if you realised you can't love me
Then please, just let me go
The cobwebs are spinning
My vision seems clear
I'm waiting for your confusion
To finally disappear
If you can't decide
I guess it must be true
And I guess I should re-read
"he's just not that into you"
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