Bea Miller

This is to the ones who broke our hearts This is to the ones who played a part In making our lives a living

After school I always had to work I kinda love feeling like a jerk Cause I never got to talk to the guy I

[Verse 1:] Water and light Leaves his eyes History falling down Hope rising up We lay here

Here is my story, I got my type Tattoos and skinny jeans, black boots and piercings A public enemy

Oh, Oh, Oh [x3] Enemy Fire! [Verse 1:] Who's a friend, who's an enemy Because sometimes it

We were making history Breaking rules and breaking free Questioning the writing on the wall Comin'

Like a astronaut that's scared of heights With a heart that's beating at the speed of light