My Heart In Your Palm
You’ve hold my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
You could simply squeeze if you wanted, and there I’d lay, dead.
I know you don’t want that, and you don’t mean to do it,
But every time you look at me, I feel a slight tug,
As you run away with my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
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