Follow your heart,where ever it may be.
My heart beats faster,when I throw a punch.
My heart beats faster,when I climb the gate.
My heart beats faster,when I’ve done my job.
but my heart never seemed to move,when I look you.
So why does it pain,not to.
This comming friday.
While everyone has a route to follow,I’ll be unique and form my own route.
I’ll be running,trying to catch up,trying my best,on the circle line.