White Rooms.

I'd like to say I look good in this white room,
Decked out in black,
It's padded and suffocating me,
Stained with memories of who I used to be,
Oh yeah,
You just let me be.

Your intentions weren't what I thought,
Your words are what I lost,
In my heart,
Am I the one at fault?

I'd love to stay and chat but when I'm around you my hearts on attack,
Decked out in black on this false romance,
You never gave this room a second glance,
Tattoos of you are showing me the real you,
Oh yeah,
I just let you see who I wanted to be.

Your intentions weren't what I thought,
Your words are what I lost,
In my heart,
Am I the one at fault?

And I'd like to say I feel okay in this padded cell,
But was this moment meant to be heartfelt?