Habitual Thinker
I can see
You wear your heart
On your sleeve
Stand on glass you broke yourself
And you repeat conceited ways
It's a bitter taste when you're
Not the soul I thought you were
And I see you in a different way
It's a habit doesn't matter how
Sweet you think you might be
Why let everybody see your hand again
Stop showing all your cards or you will lose
And I won't hold my tongue
You've argued for your limits
Now you get to keep them
You wear your heart
On your sleeve
Stand on glass you broke yourself
And you repeat conceited ways
It's a bitter taste when you're
Not the soul I thought you were
And I see you in a different way
It's a habit doesn't matter how
Sweet you think you might be
Why let everybody see your hand again
Stop showing all your cards or you will lose
And I won't hold my tongue
You've argued for your limits
Now you get to keep them
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Writer(s): Rachael Whittle
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