Is this still being loved?
Breathe in, breathe out.
We’ll never know what lies ahead.
I am thinking of something that makes me wonder inside my head.
Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to say.
I’m thinking of actions that can’t make her dismay.
Is this still being loved that I feel?
Or is it, fear to be a villain by their name.
What should I do? What should I say?
I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay.
It's like I was in jail. It's like a prisoner by someone
I feel lonely and scared. When she had got all things that can make her feel strong. While me, I’ve got nothing except myself.
Is this still being love that I feel?
Or is it, fear that I might lose my reputation.
Is this still being love that I feel?
Or is it I’m afraid in a state of seclusion.