(Hm-mm)
I'm so sick and tired of being insercure
Or way too beautiful to feel this pain
This way of life just seems so cold and gray
And I guess that we know we are growing up and shit
So I'm tryna stand by all my choices that I make
And this way of life just seems so cold and gray
Sometimes you have to fight to walk away (One, two, three, four)
They think I'm made of stone, but I am just a girl
So sometimes our heart starts breaking when I pray (Pray, pray, pray, pray)
I'm the girl my mom would love to raise
She's not here, but it's straight 'cause I'm okay
(One, two, three, four)
We're chasing metal trains because we're late to things
Invite 'em to the music of the rain
But I think it's time
To leave it all behind
To sing about the light that guides the way
(One, two, three, four)
The light that guides the way
