Lately I’ve been thinking that I’m alone
That nothing will ever change or get better
My hair is long and tangled around inside
Like my insides feel and outsides look
I’m surely stuck at that boy when 23
There are showdowns and fights in my head tonight
I’m looking the past into it’s face squarely
You must be true or get to movin’
I’ve had about as much as I can take
But then I recall it’s all about that doll at 23
So now that you know where my heart stands
I ask so kindly of you- how is your heart?
Where can I find you?❤
