He has to understand,
I'm not a happy girl
even if I pretend that I am.
If I feel that he's getting too close,
I'll push him away
so he'll have to keep a good grip on me
so I can't escape.

I'm a hopeless romantic,
so I love cheesy things.
But I like having fun.
I like playing games.

But I'm volatile.
I can be happy one minute
and be sad the next.

He's gotta know this,
so he can run away
while I'm not that attached yet.