Texty

I don't wanna die young, die young Someone to rely on, side on Don't wan't no one to cry on Stretched as thin as nylon I'm forcing a smile, treated me like a child Breaking in like a tidal Something's come over me And I don't wanna break your trust Is it so wrong of me That I don't wanna keep us lost Lots to process, hanging on Locked between the concepts, grey and bleak What do we want most, if nothing's quite as sweet As how it felt in your home Self control, self control, self composed Something's come over me And I don't wanna break your trust Is it so wrong of me That I don't wanna keep us lost What's the cost Missing the sweet life I don't want to die young I don't want to hold us back No shoulder to cry on No, I'm not ready for that I don't want to die young I don't want to hold us back Someone to rely on Need someone to rely on I don't wanna die young Over, something's coming over me Over, something's coming over me Something's come over me And I don't want to break your trust Is something wrong with me 'Cause I don't want to keep us lost What's the cost
Writer(s): Chloe Kaul, Simon Lam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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