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You start it

I like to lie about
I like to lie about all kinds of things
Even if there small
As nothing that can suede away I think
You hold it to me now
These words that make me feel so insecure

Pick my pockets

Diamonds aren’t in the rough
I think you’re looking way too far and hard
Diamonds aren’t in the rough
If it’s your motive shine to find a star
Where is your value in material things
That you can discard

Drop to shatter

I watched this film go on
I’m watching with so much intent
Yes it’s unethical
But somehow it makes perfect sense

So jealous

I’m smiling most the time
I smile so that you’ll never see the fear
My eyes into the light
You blind you self so logic disappears
So inappropriate
The time it takes to gander up a name

With hold to hold it
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I watched this film go on
I’m watching with so much intent
Yes it’s unethical
But somehow it makes perfect sense
You hold it to me now
These words that make me feel so insecure

Pick my pockets
This particular times zone
Widens the gap differs the distance
This particular times zone
Widens the gap differs the distance

I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
I’ll never wear it no
Or am I too obvious


I am afraid to be
Yes I am afraid to be myself
Cause the keep telling me
I’m trying to be someone else
How can you no these things
Unless you’ve been inside my head

We push your buttons




Thanks to kirk