Dear E,
Tisk Tisk, playing with people's feelings,
Our hearts aren't the only thing you're stealing.
No, it's the light and the shine,
That used to illuminate our eyes.
You steal our hearts,
I have no clue how, you're not that smart.
But I guess that's how you are,
My mind and heart are at war.
My mind says no, he's bad news,
He'll just give you the blues.
But my heart says yes, he's too good to refuse,
What have you got to lose?
How can I choose between my heart and mind?
And in such a short ammount of time.
I wish I could play it cool like I planned,
But I just end up peeking over a music stand.
