gesture gesture gesture

It wasn't made For you I wish it was the one in the room Instead of you I hate how I could walk past it all (Oh, oh) My reflection has never been better Your gestures, it rips me apart To say I love you 'Cause you don't know What's become of you Wish you would've let me go (oh) (Woah, huh-oh) It wasn't made For you I wish it was the one in the room Instead of you I hate how I could walk past it all (Oh, oh)