hold my hand and
don't care that people stare
it's hard, i know
so, hold on tighter
are you afraid to be seen with me?
would it be different if i looked like someone else?
if i had different hair or changed my clothes?
don't be surprised that i wonder
no, i believe you
i like to forget sometimes
no need to get heckled
no need to be target practice for lost boys
no need to get attacked
or see where else that could lead
at this point, it's white noise
we'll stay right here,
but proper distance apart
know that i want to hold your hand in mine
but, now i am the one who is afraid
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