Nothing is more refreshing than a well trained singer. The industry needs more practicing and training stop debuting minors who's just pretty and got nothing than their looks and body
You put me on a pedestal and tell me I'm the best Raise me up into the sky until I'm short of breath, yeah Fill me up with confidence, I say what's in my chest Spill my words and tear me down until there's nothin' left Rearrange the pieces just to fit me with the rest, yeah But what if I, what if I trip? What if I, what if I fall? Then am I the monster? Just let me know And what if I, what if I sin? And what if I, what if I break? Yeah please don't let me fall La-da-da-da, da-da-da, da
