Supposed To Be?
Another way to think it all okay
Is no escape from such a lonely place
What kind of a friend would've had so much say in your life?
Why has the grip that I had gotten more loose than tight
And losing control?
Well I wonder why it is
When puffy eyes are pinning me and I can't do a single thing
And the pressure's tiring when no one's found me interesting
I love what they've given me
But what does it mean for me if
They're not that into me?
Is this just what's supposed to be?
Pulleys unease like a performance piece
I'm propped up on these so everybody sees
What kind of a threat wouldn't have so much say about
The grasp that you had getting looser and looser and losing control?
Everything's nice when you look all around you
But my tired eyes only sees what they want to
So I can surmise anything that I want like I'm losing control
But I wonder why it is
When puffy eyes are pinning me and I can't do a single thing
And the pressure's tiring when no one's found me interesting
When I don't catch a single eye and bullets tends to miss
My mind and body start betraying me with some weird wicked disbelief
I love their felicity
And all that they've given me
But they're not that into me
Is this just what's supposed to be?
Is this just what's supposed to be?
Is no escape from such a lonely place
What kind of a friend would've had so much say in your life?
Why has the grip that I had gotten more loose than tight
And losing control?
Well I wonder why it is
When puffy eyes are pinning me and I can't do a single thing
And the pressure's tiring when no one's found me interesting
I love what they've given me
But what does it mean for me if
They're not that into me?
Is this just what's supposed to be?
Pulleys unease like a performance piece
I'm propped up on these so everybody sees
What kind of a threat wouldn't have so much say about
The grasp that you had getting looser and looser and losing control?
Everything's nice when you look all around you
But my tired eyes only sees what they want to
So I can surmise anything that I want like I'm losing control
But I wonder why it is
When puffy eyes are pinning me and I can't do a single thing
And the pressure's tiring when no one's found me interesting
When I don't catch a single eye and bullets tends to miss
My mind and body start betraying me with some weird wicked disbelief
I love their felicity
And all that they've given me
But they're not that into me
Is this just what's supposed to be?
Is this just what's supposed to be?
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Writer(s): Erick Mendoza
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