Over and done is starting to come.

To where I have some and others have none.

I need to give my some to the none then run.

Because I can't let you in and you don't need to be there.

Out on my stairs and twirling your hair.

I won't come back to the choice I have made.

One short reason is because I'm afraid.

So I'll give you this and then you'll see.

To love is more than a saying of words in some romantic speech.