It Spills Out

I used to own a book every page blank white
I bought it as a child who planned to write
I saved it for a time when I had more to say
But somewhere down the line it got left behind
And now that you're gone I feel like writing all the time
Now that you're gone I feel like writing all the time

My heart on the pages
It spills out
My heart on the pages
It spills out

But I've been making space inside my mind
Space to explore, space to find
It doesn't have pages, but in this space
I will dedicate a song to you
It won't be perfect but it will do
It won't be perfect but it will do

My heart on the pages
It spills out
My heart on the pages
It spills out
My heart on the pages
It spills out
My heart on the pages
It spills out



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Justus Turner Whelan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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