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[Verse 1]
I know I keep you up at night
It's hard on you most of the time
You wanna hold me, I know you worry
I'm doing doing it [?] like you think
Cutting up my hair, ain't dying it pink
Don't you see, small towns ain't for me?
Called my phone now eighteen times
My friends are in the bathroom, they getting high
A love like yours, it'll never die
“This is a letter that I would write to my mum. It’s basically me saying, ‘Hey, I know you worry, you probably worry too much, but I am OK. Life can be hard, but I know that you’re always there for me and I know that that love as a mother that you give to me as a daughter will never die and I can always come to you for anything and