I always had that dream like my daddy before me,
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories.

I hate you, I love you.
I hate that I love you.

So if I stand in front of a speeding car,
Would you give your little heart?

These shallow waters, never met,
What I needed.

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.