My lonely feet move all over the floor
Not really what I'm doing this for.
Following the sound the strings of my heart makes
echoing through the empty space of my chest.
Just another way to distract myself
From what you may ask
myself I say
My lonely feet move all over the floor
Not really what I'm doing this for.
Following the sound the strings of my heart makes
echoing through the empty space of my chest.
Just another way to distract myself
From what you may ask
myself I say