You and me, our hearts are lit up like a Christmas Tree.
Let’s hold on tight, to the diminishing light.
Our hearts just as bright, and pure as the stars in the dimming skies.
Can we stay this unscathed, by the pessimistic path that we paved.
Don’t let it in: the insecurity train.
Don’t let it in: the pessimistic world.
Grasp my hand, pretend this is a beach of golden sand,
And walk, oh so slow, our hearts still a glow.
I won’t speak, in case I let slip my insecurity,
Would you just allow me this, a neck scarf, stolen kiss.
I won’t let it in, my insecurity train.
I won’t let it in, my past scars, fears and pain.
I won’t let it in, all that remains to be seen.
I won’t let it in, my pessimistic world.
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