SuitYourself
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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