Is it your voice.. Is it the colors I feel when I hear it Is it your taste.. Cuz sharing with you creates its own unique flavor Is it your Scars.. Cuz with every stitch we become one Is it your heart Cuz I think I hear it beating in my chest
I found my perfect match but matches start fires and I know I am going to burn I have been shattered so many times that kisses feel like stones to me But I guess to love is accepting to be broken You broke down my walls