(Produced by Bru; written by Rivers)
Turning twenty five in the wintertime,
It's been haunting for me.
I'm revealing myself it's clear,
I'm revealing myself it's clear.
So insecure and so consumed.
Who is it for? 'Cause I'm crying all the time,
There are better things, so there's nothing to lose. (x2)
All of these are just extensions,
None of it even matters in the end.
So don't get caught out here,
Don't get caught out here.