Your glasses
And I've always looked in through your glasses
But all I could see was the specter of me reflected
The empty shell of me
What could you possibly love in me?
Is it the way I wear my smile
It hangs from the tip of my tongue you see
Oh, this might take a while
But all I could see was the specter of me reflected
The empty shell of me
What could you possibly love in me?
Is it the way I wear my smile
It hangs from the tip of my tongue you see
Oh, this might take a while
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