Deep inside my chest
There's a hand next to my heart
It likes to play with it when it's bored
Which tends to be most of the time
After all there's not much to do
Where the sun can't reach
It grabs my heart and makes a fist
Whenever I think of you
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC
Deep inside my chest
There's a hand next to my heart
It likes to play with it when it's bored
Which tends to be most of the time
After all there's not much to do
Where the sun can't reach
It grabs my heart and makes a fist
Whenever I think of you
