Heartsore
Heartsore
There is a boy
Who makes fun of love,
Calling it blind.
There is a girl,
Who tells the world,
Love is just a loss of time.
For there is a story,
They both secretly wish,
If they could rewind.
There is a boy
Who makes fun of love,
Calling it blind.
There is a girl,
Who tells the world,
Love is just a loss of time.
For there is a story,
They both secretly wish,
If they could rewind.