"Matches"
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Everything's okay in the end,
Keep your head up when things are rough.
This will all be over soon,
Sometimes it is tough.

Wit is just controlled insolence,
And you can't be a genius with controlled sense.

Have you seen your face today?
It could light a fire.
You're so happy usually,
A girl that I admire.
Matches remain on the floor,
From candles you have flamed.
Guys you knew that would die for you,
And girls that you have shamed.

Let it go, please let go,
Do me a favor please?
Let this go, not for show,
I believe I asked nicely?

Everything's okay in the end,
Keep your head up when things are rough.
This will all be over soon,
Sometimes it is tough.

Wit is just controlled insolence,
And you can't be a genius with controlled sense.
It doesn't make sense to fight the ones you love,
Let them love you and make this a better scenario.

Let it go, please let go,
Do me a favor please?
Let this go, not for show,
I believe I asked nicely?