More songs by Maddie Ashman
Description
Producer: Maddie Ashman
Producer: Gus White
Lyrics and translation
Original
Faces cracked and hands that hold too tight.
Jaded, acquainted, I've an aching, a feeling it'll never feel changing. 'Cause what if I don't like her at all?
Walls I call my own. These walls are all
I've ever known.
I'm afraid to let them go.
These walls I call my own.
These walls are all I've ever known.
I'm afraid to let them go.
Never crying, disappointing when I try.
Cold as, strong as stone, I stay like this, I can't get hurt.
You look unwell, my dear.
You're missing out.
These walls I call my own.
These walls are all I've ever known.
I'm afraid to let them go.