You told them I already sent it to you . . .
You said, "I love you,"
And my heart race,
Thumping so loud,
I could not look at your face –
I almost got a heart attack,
Keeping my composure back;
I pretended it was nothing,
But the more I am pretending,
The more it goes deep;
I forced a laugh to pretend,
But deep inside –
God, I am bent,
My heart is melting;
I am thinking that you took away my heart –
In some far away place,
But I heard it still races,
My heart is still beating,
And the worst is it is shouting –
For your name,
And it is now bleeding.
I know you are just affectionate,
So you said those words,
But I could not help not to think about it as something more;
I know you and you know me,
But I guess you did not know I felt more than that.
Because all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat,
That time on Thursday night –
When you said, "I love you,"
And my heart race.
I get attached so easily,
Yet I get away fastly,
And I do not fall deeply,
To the point I would forget someone long –
I only fall shallow,
But this one is a cupid's arrow.
Because you said, "I love you,"
And my heart race.
We both have the same inscription,
I hope we also have the same feelings in our hearts, that colliding motion –
But we are just friends.
Yet – still, you said, "I love you,"
And my heart race . . .
