Something is pulling at my heartstrings.
Something is tugging, forcing, loving.
There's something that brings
Joy and stuff that is funny.
Their paying with my heartstrings,
Something they shouldn't be doing.
It's loud, ringing, dinging.
My heart needs some sewing.
But their looking at me,
In such a loving way,
So I let them keep on going, for free,
But there's nothing else to say.
I'm the one letting them play
with my heartstrings.