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