Love is in the air.
Hearts are floating everywhere.
I try not to get affected,
So my heart won't be abducted.
Not yet anyway.
I don't want to feel these feelings any day.

But yet,
I can't help feeling it too.
I try to put my heart in a net.
But then it'll have nothing to do.
I beats slightly faster,
When I see that face.
To make it stop is to be a master,
In wrapping your heart with protective lace.

Could it be influence?
Cause everyone has hearts above their heads.
Or maybe I feel the need,
To feel like the others and bleed.

I'm trying my best,
To not go on with their fest.
I need to escape.
And put on some tape,
Onto their mouths,
To stop creating some doubt.

And when they talk about this 'love',
I feel like a lost little dove.
A dove who forgot how to fly.
They sound so silly,
It doesn't make any sense, really.
I feel like they're lost in their head.
And now it's replaced with a pink bubbly head.