She's not that into you
should echo in your head
nothing you can say or do
will get her back in your bed
she won't change her mind
not even for a split second
she's trying to be kind
but won't come when you beckon
I am just not the one
But still you can't seem to see
you're blinded by the sun
you made me to be...
I am nothing you need
you project your dreams
on me to be freed
of your midnight screams
that echo through your dark past
I am not your sweet perfection
and your dream won't ever last
because it's fueled by fleeting distraction
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