My momma told me, Go make yourself some friends, Or ...

 Why am I so emotional?
No it's not a good look, gain some self-control

 Gdybym mógł zapisać sny
ktoś by mieszkał w nich

 I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.

 First you gonna say you ain't runnin' game
Thinkin' I'm believing every word

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?

 We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves

 And be standing there beside you right when the stars come through

 You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

 Come hold me please, and never let me go
On the second day of Christmas

 Muzyka to najsubtelniejsza forma przekazu, można stwierdzić, że żadna dziedzina sztuki nie porusza ani nie wpływa na podświadomość tak, jak muzyka.