Mar 2017
Butterflies in my stomach
I scarcely can breath
Hoping nothing goes amuck
Pale, white as death
I try to hide away my fear
Though it's hard to play calm
When it's something I love so dear
I scarcely can breath
Hoping nothing goes amuck
Pale, white as death
I try to hide away my fear
Though it's hard to play calm
When it's something I love so dear
