Brittle

If I burn everything, what's left of me?
I watched the fire spread, I saw the crumbling
Made me hate winter nights in the songs that you liked
Frozen like ice between the words that you write

We all grow old
Am I proud of what I'll be?
It feels so cold
Alone

But now I'm nineteen and I'm losing time
I'm taking life for granted 'cause I'm too scared to try
So every morning I'll stare at the clock
And time has its lost knowing I'll never stop

I'm underneath the stars
No matter where I stand
I want to be up there
But I'm scared of where I'll end

We all grow old
Am I proud of what I'll be?
It feels so cold
Alone

I'm fueling the fire I know needs to end
When all of my old friends have been playing dead
Ghosts and glass hearts, together we all are
Alone in all the heat



Credits
Writer(s): April Rose Gabrielli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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