*...mixx..*

You say its ok, you say don't worry
This is just my shoulder face
Wearing it out on my sleeves leaves my heart open to thieves
But its my chance to take, its my chance to take

Can we talk it over? Can you not play dead? I swear this mirror is so mundane, why can't I look myself face to face, who do I think I am? Who do I expectt to change?

You say its ok, you say don't worry
This is just my shoulder face
Wearing it out on my sleeve leaves my heart open to thieves
But its my chance to take, its my chance tto take

And just to be honest, you've always played victim to my fondest attention, and may i mention, I've tasted the tension, danced on the fences, and swindled intentions ...ur the victim of my wishes

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