the heart in which you hold in your hand
dose not belong to you, it was not given willingly
it was taken by you with out my consent
i could tell you never meant any good
but now it is to late you could tell me to jump off a cliff and i would
for in your cold hand like a timid bunny lies my heart
scared to death and loving to death
for you are my heart holder
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
the heart in which you hold in your hand
dose not belong to you, it was not given willingly
it was taken by you with out my consent
i could tell you never meant any good
but now it is to late you could tell me to jump off a cliff and i would
for in your cold hand like a timid bunny lies my heart
scared to death and loving to death
for you are my heart holder