My heart's not what it used to be
My heart feels something strange
Something goes and makes it flutter
Not necessarily in a good way
My heart is like a little kid
My heart likes to play around
Something goes and makes it skip and jump
Not a game I like to feel
My heart doesn't like me much
My heart throws temper tantrums
Something goes and makes it close on me
Not very nice to know
But my heart is my heart
It might be a little unwell
But it is mine
And I think I'm getting used to it
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
My heart's not what it used to be
My heart feels something strange
Something goes and makes it flutter
Not necessarily in a good way
My heart is like a little kid
My heart likes to play around
Something goes and makes it skip and jump
Not a game I like to feel
My heart doesn't like me much
My heart throws temper tantrums
Something goes and makes it close on me
Not very nice to know
But my heart is my heart
It might be a little unwell
But it is mine
And I think I'm getting used to it
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