When I'm asked what my type is Nothing really comes to mind So I just answer with a shrug But then you came along And if I'm asked yet again I'll say, "You. You are exactly just my type"
you say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. you say you love the sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. you say you love the wind, but when it comes you close the windows.
so that's why I’m scared when you say you love me.