I lose my head From time to time I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart
We should have been holding each other Instead we talked I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart
But I asked before Your reply was kind and polite One wants more When one’s denied I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart
I won’t call it love But it feels good to have passion in my life If there’s a battle I hope my head always defers to my heart In matters of the heart
I guess I’m crazy to think I can give you what you don’t want I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart
I wish that I had the power To make these feelings stop I lose all self control In matters of the heart
I can’t believe It’s so hard to find someone To give affection to And from whom you can receive I guess it’s just the draw of the cards In matters of the heart
You caught me off guard Somehow you reached me Where I thought I had nothing left inside I’ve learned my lesson I’ve been edified In matters of the heart
I’ve spent my nights Where the sleeping dogs lie Not by your side It feels so lonely Once again I’ve left to much to chance In matters of the heart
Here I sit I’m feeling sorry for myself It’s quite a sight But I have you to thank For reminding me We’re all alone in this world And in matters of the heart
I’m already missing you Although we won’t say good-byes Until tomorrow afternoon Maybe when and if I see you again We’ll see eye to eye In matters of the heart
I have no harsh words for you I have no tears to cry If the moon were full I’d be howling inside It only hurts In matters of the heart
If today were my birthday I’d be reborn As Bronte’s bird a bird that could fly And all accounts would be settled In matters of the heart
الرسائل والمقالات و الآراء المنشورة في المنتدى بأسماء أصحابها أو بأسماء مستعارة لا تمثل بالضرورة الرأي الرسمي لصاحب الموقع أو سودانيز اون لاين بل تمثل وجهة نظر كاتبها
لا يمكنك نقل أو اقتباس اى مواد أعلامية من هذا الموقع الا بعد الحصول على اذن من الادارة
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