I might have my heart butchered on my hand,
But I don't wear my heart on my sleeve.I might tell you "I love you"
Then next morning you will watch me leave.
I'm different,
Couldn't you tell, that things with me come with ease.
I'm all about my words,
They're my oath, but you're actions required. please!
Do you get it!
I want someone different, who would give me the moon and the stars.
Who will tear down my walls,
And steal my heart, and call it "ours"
So don't tell me to go,
Then next day pop up in front me.
I will act clueless,
To the feeling that you and I are meant to be.