Mr.Heart die

Mr.Heart die

It’s better of my heart dies 

I wanna get high

So I can try

Telling the girl who went by

Look me in the eye 

Before the moon tells the sun my shift is over goodbye

Her and I

We know I heard that from the other guy

That’s why, I wanna get high 

And tell her I want love with wings so we can fly 

From all the haters trying to ruin our relationship with lie 

Mr.heart you better die 

Remember she ain’t my

This poem is about: 
Me

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