talking to you,
my heard begins to beat faster and faster...
what is this... my stomach feels like a million butterflies trying to escape...
doesn't stop, wont go away... I cant explain.
you leave, my heart begins to slow, and the butterflies have gone away...
but this new feeling, this new hole...
I don't think I wanted you to go away...
waiting, and waiting until the next day when we talk and the butterflies return...

I feel happy... is that me falling in love?
well Let love live on

I won't let it stop.