Heart-muscle in motion, but I heard a song your perspective my own
In heartbeat seemed urgent to hold the sound, like questioning your version of it
I wondered, are you not really the girl who gives her heart easily?
My head follows my heart I know tis so, was music of love, I loved you in it
I’m the same, no, I shrug, I’ve never really been in love, no one’s known it
My heartbeat its frequency, bending my mind and ears to’t, sends you its own song
Belongs to you, I don’t know how, but it’s yours, twas made so, as if it were your own
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