My heart makes the rules

They always say,
I'm too young to understand.
And that i still need,
Someone to hold my hand.

All their advice,
And all their concern.
Mean nothing to me,
Cos my heart needs to learn.

They always tell me,
It's not love i feel.
They say I'm too young,
To know whats real.

The feelings i get,
When i look in his eyes.
How can they mean nothing,
Is my heart telling lies?

They're always saying,
That I'm a fool.
Cos when I'm with him,
My heart makes the rules.

So don't try to tell me,
I don't know what love is.
Cos whats this feeling i get,
Whenever i see _ _ _ _ _?

(Just to express how i feel at the mo. It's kinda rushed, sorry)