Sunday, February 7

If ever you question my feelings,
place your hand on my heart, you'll feel it's beating for you.
Cause he knows, he knew before I did.

I'm not scared, I'm tired of hiding.
I know that it's you because,
when you,
when you say you love me,
I can feel my heart beat,
race behind my chest
.

My pulse is racing,
when I see your face and,
here is what you're doing to me.



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