Sep 2017
Butterflies
In my stomach
Would go berserk
Each time
You said something
Each time
You did something
As also
Each time
You didn't
In my stomach
Would go berserk
Each time
You said something
Each time
You did something
As also
Each time
You didn't
Thinking of an old love and how he once made me feel. Isn't it amazing how love can turn our hearts into mere puppets?
