"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Turn away and slam the door The cold never bothered me anyway I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on Standing frozen In this life I've chosen

You belong with me Been here all along so why can't you see Dreaming about the day when you wake up Standing by and waiting at your back door You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she