This time

Sold my soul to God for a night with a devil dressed in white.
Though it may not look like it, I am human too.
But, the blank stare like you don't care is the pain I can't contain.
Emotion is the language I speak and even anger is a word I can understand
I can't remember the last words you spoke,
but I remember the emotion I felt,
when you left forever, never to return.
And I'm not sad, I just want your attention.
Let's venture far, far away.
I just need something,
anything,
I don't know,
I don't care,
anything will do.
Nothing always disappoints me.
Deja vu never hurt so much, but it's a language I speak.

<3Dil.