My heart is warm,
My heart is ill.
My heart loves against my will.
Is that good?
Is that bad?
Please tell me, I'm becoming mad!
Should I be scared?
Should I stay brave?
I'm becoming my love's slave.
Should I be stiff,
Or should I sway?
I never felt love this way.
It's amazing what this love is.
It's just mine,
It's not his!
I don't wear those tears I wore.
I don't love him anymore!
And now it's my turn to make amends
And give some new love a chance.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
My heart is warm,
My heart is ill.
My heart loves against my will.
Is that good?
Is that bad?
Please tell me, I'm becoming mad!
Should I be scared?
Should I stay brave?
I'm becoming my love's slave.
Should I be stiff,
Or should I sway?
I never felt love this way.
It's amazing what this love is.
It's just mine,
It's not his!
I don't wear those tears I wore.
I don't love him anymore!
And now it's my turn to make amends
And give some new love a chance.
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