Momma said there'd be boys like you
tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best.
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
but with you, I can't resist.
Before I met you, I never felt good enough.
Before I let you, in, I'd already given up.
Left on read, no reply, left me just wondering why.
Now I'm skeptical of love.
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me?