I am afraid
Afraid to be in love
You ask me why
And I tell you that it's bc of you
You ask me who
I answer no one
You ask me what
I respond with a simple nothing
But what I love about you
Is that you know that it's something
I ask you what
Bc you look at me with a sadden face
You ask me again
I turn my head
And you turn away
He starts walking without me noticing
I whisper, but it's too late
I'm in love with you
And it's too late ...