Little steps in my heart
that leaves marks around
The boxes keeps on coming with bubbling air
blowing ages of kept secrets away
It throws ashes bit by bit
washes spots that's hard to hit
it holds my hands but I won't look by
& do not ask me why
Words floats over my head
with silly boats sinking
there's this boy that I've met
makes my heart go beating
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