almost

I feel like a porcelain doll
On the shelf collecting dust
Do you still think I'm pretty
In the slumped way I'm sitting
Cracks and crafted smiles oh, it's a pity

Have you got me tucked away?
Still in your mind but in the back where I stay
Silently singing sad songs
When nothings really wrong
Those words you never said to me anyway

Even in your one word replies
I still hang on to every letter
You say you like staring in my eyes
If they weren't so dark, would you like me better?

I don't want another one that got away
Only ever making it halfway
I'll always be a ghost
Running out of almost

You live in my songbook page
You're the song I could sing for days
I'm your nightingale sweetheart
If you promise that we won't part
Lock me up, my hearts used to a cage

Even in the silence you give
It's still some music to my ears
In fact, it's deafening
In the background of the sound of my fears

I don't want another one that got away
Only ever making it halfway
I'll always be a ghost
Running out of almost



Credits
Writer(s): Nyah Sukhabut
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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