SuitYourself

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It's the things we tell ourselves
When no one's looking
It's the preservation to self
It's the punchline i have yet to guess
The tone you get with me
When you know you can tell that i'm a mess
Look me in my eyes
I doubt you'll see anyone looking back at you
I'm sorry for everything i put you through
Throw a quarter in the wishing well
A penny wasn't enough for what i wanted to do
Like a wrestler cannot sell my moves are dull and they arе lost on you
The crowds that saw me, the knifе falls down
You spin me and you only
Now no one's around
Knife gets sunk inside
I just wanna reach out to touch you
I just wanna reach out to touch you


























