You hear people say "my heart is yours" frequently.
But what determines when we should,
or hell, if we even could.
Maybe it's the longing desire i feel in my soul,
and it doesn't seem to go cold.
Maybe it's the scent of your hair,
which left me with no air.
I feel like i want to give my heart away,
but will it come back or take a sway away.
People come like the wind,
some of them leave you next to a bin,
now, ain't that a sin.