i heard the clock strikes quietly
the beat of my heart's within it
it felt so heavy
like i'm holding hard to something
senses might seems wrong
but your image keeps hailing
keeps me softly smiling
your voice starts playing
and my lips feel the weakling
later i'm thinking why
why this feeling comes late
i just want to love you
and that's what you need to know
i might not be there from the start
but let our fingers tied
hold my hand real tight
and i'll tell you one sincere thing
i'll be there till the world stops spinning
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
i heard the clock strikes quietly
the beat of my heart's within it
it felt so heavy
like i'm holding hard to something
senses might seems wrong
but your image keeps hailing
keeps me softly smiling
your voice starts playing
and my lips feel the weakling
later i'm thinking why
why this feeling comes late
i just want to love you
and that's what you need to know
i might not be there from the start
but let our fingers tied
hold my hand real tight
and i'll tell you one sincere thing
i'll be there till the world stops spinning
another personal heart junks
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