cold
Text me when you're home tonight
I've heard these words echo through my mind
Mama called about a thousand times
I told her there's no need to worry
But how was I to know that I can't walk alone
If I don't have keys in my hand
And someone on the phone?
I used to be naive, I used to believe
That nothing bad could happen 'til it happened to me
Now I feel cold and I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories left untold
I need you to see how hard it can be
Learning how to trust again when I feel incomplete
When I feel incomplete
I used to think it was my fault for the skin I showed
I blamed myself for walking home alone
But then I realized that when a stranger crossed the line
I should not feel guilty for somebody else's crime
And I just want to know how it feels to walk alone
Without a care, wind in my hair
Dua Lipa in my headphones
I want to be naive, I want to believe
That boys will be, boys will be men in my dreams
I feel cold and I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories left untold
I need you to see how hard it can be
Learning how to trust again when I feel incomplete
When I feel incomplete (oh, oh, oh)
I feel cold (oh, oh, oh)
And I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories
I've heard these words echo through my mind
Mama called about a thousand times
I told her there's no need to worry
But how was I to know that I can't walk alone
If I don't have keys in my hand
And someone on the phone?
I used to be naive, I used to believe
That nothing bad could happen 'til it happened to me
Now I feel cold and I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories left untold
I need you to see how hard it can be
Learning how to trust again when I feel incomplete
When I feel incomplete
I used to think it was my fault for the skin I showed
I blamed myself for walking home alone
But then I realized that when a stranger crossed the line
I should not feel guilty for somebody else's crime
And I just want to know how it feels to walk alone
Without a care, wind in my hair
Dua Lipa in my headphones
I want to be naive, I want to believe
That boys will be, boys will be men in my dreams
I feel cold and I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories left untold
I need you to see how hard it can be
Learning how to trust again when I feel incomplete
When I feel incomplete (oh, oh, oh)
I feel cold (oh, oh, oh)
And I have lost control
'Cause I cannot keep count of all the stories
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Writer(s): Milena Galasso, Philip Boothroyd
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