JUSTIN LUTE

JUSTIN LUTE

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Miss Feeling Pretty

Written By: Justin Lute

I miss feeling pretty; sorry if it shows?I hate that I apologize for wanting you to know?Is it asking so much for you to look my way??You just get more evasive with every passing day?It’s getting hard to stay?I tell myself I want to be here
I miss feeling pretty, and I’m not so naive?But it’s to the point that I’d be satisfied with make believe?So try some pretending, and make it a good show?Soldier on, I’ll soldier on now; steady as she goes?This is what I chose?So I tell myself I want to be here
I miss feeling pretty, more than I can say?I’d have sworn it’d never come to this if you’d asked yesterday?It’s me was forsaken, so you must share the blame?I’m just taking what was promised, though it doesn’t feel the same?I’ll still call your name?And tell myself I want to be here

Miss Feeling Pretty

Written By: Justin Lute

I miss feeling pretty; sorry if it shows
I hate that I apologize for wanting you to know
Is it asking so much for you to look my way?
You just get more evasive with every passing day
It’s getting hard to stay
I tell myself I want to be here
I miss feeling pretty, and I’m not so naive
But it’s to the point that I’d be satisfied with make believe
So try some pretending, and make it a good show
Soldier on, I’ll soldier on now; steady as she goes
This is what I chose
So I tell myself I want to be here
I miss feeling pretty, more than I can say
I’d have sworn it’d never come to this if you’d asked yesterday
It’s me was forsaken, so you must share the blame
I’m just taking what was promised, though it doesn’t feel the same
I’ll still call your name
And tell myself I want to be here

Miss Feeling Pretty

Written By: Justin Lute

I miss feeling pretty; sorry if it shows
I hate that I apologize for wanting you to know
Is it asking so much for you to look my way?
You just get more evasive with every passing day
It’s getting hard to stay
I tell myself I want to be here

I miss feeling pretty, and I’m not so naive
But it’s to the point that I’d be satisfied with make believe
So try some pretending, and make it a good show
Soldier on, I’ll soldier on now; steady as she goes
This is what I chose
So I tell myself I want to be here

I miss feeling pretty, more than I can say
I’d have sworn it’d never come to this if you’d asked yesterday
It’s me was forsaken, so you must share the blame
I’m just taking what was promised, though it doesn’t feel the same
I’ll still call your name
And tell myself I want to be here