[S H I N E O N]

I’m lying on my bed, smiling
At the things you send to me
Why do I begin to feel
Like it was never meant to be?

Two birds of a feather
As pure as snow
Glowing together
I won’t believe that this could happen

The things you send me
Now feel bittersweet
‚cause they always tell me
some things are too good to keep

It’s going down, one way or another
The act of staying close is kind of hard
Should I even bother?
Maybe the nuke exploded in my heart
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