Velvet strings and diamond rings
Something old now feels so new
A delicate kiss on quiet lips
My borrowed heart belongs to you
Imagine a world where you know from the start
who you're "mean to be" with.
You'd never have a broken heart.
It's in this world where you would never cry
from all the times you lost the "love of your life"
Because you wouldn't have to.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
Velvet strings and diamond rings
Something old now feels so new
A delicate kiss on quiet lips
My borrowed heart belongs to you
Imagine a world where you know from the start
who you're "mean to be" with.
You'd never have a broken heart.
It's in this world where you would never cry
from all the times you lost the "love of your life"
Because you wouldn't have to.
This one's a little older.
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