Being in love can be really scary . . .
I know love is magical;
To be in love is magic,
And it makes you feel flying in the clouds;
It is the chill wind in the roads;
Roadtripping, just the two of us;
If you are going to ask,
You know what I will say,
And there is no such thing as wonderful feeling than –
To be in love.
It is the cozy of the rain, coffee, and books;
It is the real smile in everyone's looks,
And it warms your heart;
It is the comfort in your cold soul;
It is the comforter in those cold nights;
It is dimming the sad lights,
And it draws your spirit sparkling vines –
Twinkling lines.
But I am afraid,
And I do not want to love anymore –
I do not want to be in love anymore,
Because there is no destination;
There is no train station,
And I am scared;
I might jump off the rail,
This ship just will not sail;
I am comfortable with you,
But if I fall –
If ever I fall . . .
Just –
If ever . . .
Will anyone catch me –
Will you catch me?
Or at least just hold my hand,
Do not leave my tears in the empty sand.
And I feel safe with you,
But . . . do you feel the same?
No . . . you do not;
That is why I do not want to fall in love anymore;
It might be magical – there might be fireflies in your heart,
But in the end,
Love will just break you apart.
And I am afraid . . .
I am afraid of the end,
And I am scared of the beginning . . .
I see the dead sign,
And my tears fall while singing,
And my mom said I am I am – I am . . .
What a sad ending.
This is wrong, you are my friend,
But sorry if I feel this way to you until the end;
Maybe because this was the first time someone showed an interest –
No, maybe because it is rare for someone to look at me the way you do;
No, maybe because my heart gets attached so easily,
And it was the first time I saw someone like you.
And I am hard to understand,
Because I do not understand myself either;
I wonder . . .
Will there come a time,
That someone –
Will truly understand me?
Well . . . does true love still exist?
Does true love ever exist?
Maybe it is complete to be in love,
But it is incomplete if it is one-sided;
Yes, you love him,
But you are the only one loving,
And in the end,
Your poor heart is gonna break,
And you are gonna weep alone,
Because you were the only one loving, after all;
He could not even answer your call . . .
He left you running in the party ball;
Someone stepped on your gown;
They all screamed in horror to the town,
And I, too . . .
