I'm writing because it feels good...
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t really matter,
That ever time you speak to me, my heart explodes.
These thoughts I gather.
These silly thought I gather,
Will one day come together, and conceive a dream.
The dreams I heed today, will fade, much like the memories of my childhood.
The love I need today, will modify, much like the nature of my mood.
I never meant to cause any trouble.
I’ll take the blame if you’ll place it on me.
I’ll travel your hazardous roads.
It doesn’t really matter, that every time you speak to me, my heart explodes.
It doesn’t really matter,
That ever time you speak to me, my heart explodes.
These thoughts I gather.
These silly thought I gather,
Will one day come together, and conceive a dream.
The dreams I heed today, will fade, much like the memories of my childhood.
The love I need today, will modify, much like the nature of my mood.
I never meant to cause any trouble.
I’ll take the blame if you’ll place it on me.
I’ll travel your hazardous roads.
It doesn’t really matter, that every time you speak to me, my heart explodes.