I left my heart at home...


le travail de mon ami E. , très parlant en un sens
I left my heart at home
But that's a place I can't move from
Imagine aching in your bed
Stocking all the feelings in your damn head

Them butterflies fuckin up my stomach
As if this phase wasn't already dark
No sense trying to fight all this mess
We all know we're the ones to bless

This moment when being alive kills you
Feeling anything makes you wonder what to do
Your heart's beating way too loud
You wish there was a hole to take it out
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