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I’m not your hands
I’m just the mess you constitute with them
Those ugly colors that you paint
I’m not your eyes
I’m just what you see as a comfortable disguise
But familiar in a way
It’s not your heart
It’s just the way I see things fall apart
Your fragile bones can never hold
Oh, it’s not love
It’s the blur in your eyes
It’s my blood on your side
Just leave it alone.
I’m just the mess you constitute with them
Those ugly colors that you paint
I’m not your eyes
I’m just what you see as a comfortable disguise
But familiar in a way
It’s not your heart
It’s just the way I see things fall apart
Your fragile bones can never hold
Oh, it’s not love
It’s the blur in your eyes
It’s my blood on your side
Just leave it alone.
Lyrics submitted by notashley
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