I ******* love you,
I ******* love you, and I don't know what to do.
When I hold you in my arms, it scares me.
It scares me too care about someone like that.
And when you tell me that you love me too,
It scares me even more.
Because either you're lying,
In which case, you'll hurt me worse than anyone ever has.
Or could.
Or if there's a small chance you're telling the truth?
Then I'm never going to be able to let you go.

Sometimes I just want to run.
I want to run away from it all,
From you,
Just to see if you'd follow me.
If I mean that much to you,
that maybe you don't want to let me go either.

When I look at you,
All I can think is how perfect you are.
And it scares me,
because I think,
what does he see, when he looks at me?