I want to fall in love, I do,
but I know it'll make you cry
when I don't say it back.
You'll still smile,
say "It's fine,"
but I know it's not—
I can't even say it to my mom.

I want to fall in love, I do.
I know it'll feel easy,
right from the first touch,
but you'll be left picking up the pieces
of someone who self-destructs.