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postcard - mixed matches
Composed by：ed barrios
Produced by：mixed matches
Let's pretend
That's it over
I wanna know if I stood a chance here oh
Or would I find
Any closure?
I'm thinking that I'd end up the same now
But there's a part that's killing me
And it's not there
And I'm falling deaf to myself
Pretending I'm well
I think there's nothing I want
Even if I have it all
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I wanna feel
All you've got
I wanna know if it's all that'll I'll have
I wanna know
If I'm good
Cause I can't take it now as it stands
No I can't take it now as it stands
Let's talk about
My composure
I think it's all that I've ever failed to know
I let it out
While I'm sober
I never feel like I'm ever good enough
I think it's all a part of me
It'll never be fair
I can save theatrics
When I'm thinking like this
I think it's
All overrated as luck
Don't think that'll I'll ever stop
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I wanna feel
All you've got
I wanna know if it's all that'll I'll have
I wanna know if I'm wrong
Cause I can't take it now as it stands
But when it's all that I ever have
Just tell me how I might
Face it
How I might
Try it
I know I'm standing
And out of my reach
And out of all of this
I'm not
Alone here
But I want to
