She doesn't know,
she doesn't know,
ask how she feels,
she'll tell you she doesn't know.
Loneliness covered conscience,
she hates watching the world,
the feeling of being unloved,
with disconcerted emotions swirled.
She says he is sweet and charming,
someone she can't let go,
when really asked the question,
she doesn't really know.
The one thing she does know,
is what she knows of me.
she realizes I'm different,
she likes everything she sees.
She says I know the right things to say,
it doesn't matter what I feel,
it doesn't matter who you are,
what I think is what you'll hear.
She says I'm always there for her,
something he can't ever do,
he's an unreliable source,
she knows I won't misconstrue.
She says I don't ever bring her down,
she loves the way I feel,
all my deepest thoughts,
a beautiful thief, her heart I steal.
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