I promised myself one thing: to follow my heart and speak my mind.
The only problem is, both my heart and mind lead to you.
I'm not afraid to follow, but I am afraid to fall
So I stop and wonder why my heart and mind lead to where they do
And then I remember your magical smile is like a cicerone that gives me a call
But the only thing antique is you and my only place of interest is with you.
Nonetheless, I continue to follow...
The voice of my heart and listen to the thoughts of my mind
Because soon enough I'll be approaching a wall,
Hoping you are behind.