What is love?
Holding me when I'm down,
I'm the only person you like to be around

but is that love?

Asking after me every day,
you want to take me away,
and you say
"I love you."
but I don't know if that's true.

and do I love you?

I want to know where this goes,
but I'm scared of those
who'll oppose and who'll say
"You're too young for love, anyway."

But you tell me "I love you"

and I'm terrified of the day
you'll say you're tired;
the day when you'll receive
a better offer
and leave.

but still, you say "I love you"

I'm guarding myself out of fear
but my walls are becoming clear
and I feel that when you see the sheer mess that is me
you'll flee.

Even though you say "I love you"
We don't quite see eye to eye;

our values and morals are awry.
But you make my eyes light up like fireflies
and the beats of my heart multiply when you're nearby
and I have no idea what love is, but this is the closest I've ever been.


and so I say " I love you too"