Ever since I was small,
I was told I would not amount to much intellectually,
It didn't bother me that I had no brains and was silly,
Because what I lacked in mental capacity,
I knew I could make up for with my heart.

Having a small brain,
Meant that I wasn't trained,
To see love as a cynical object aimed to taint,
It wasn't ingrained in me that logical reasoning resonates pain,
All it meant was that I had a choice to follow my heart.

So I would always follow my heart,
Whether it'll be with someone far apart,
Or falling for someone falling apart,
Someone who didn't know how to start,
Someone who lived in a shopping cart,
I knew love meant giving away my heart.