Cold nights under siege from accusations.
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Cold nights under siege from accusations.
Don't wanna call you in the nighttime,
Don't wanna give you all my pieces,
Don't wanna hand you all my trouble,
Don't wanna give you all my demons.
I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think.
I look outside, and see a whole world better off,
Without me in it trying to transform it.
«I'd live for you,» and that's hard to do
Even harder to say when you know it's not true.