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
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