Sometimes I ask myself if you’re for real
I ask myself if I’m doing the right thing with you
I am confused by our love
But it’s not your fault
Yes, it is mine
You see it so hard to love when you have been so hurt before
It’s like you are getting used to the unlovely way they treat you,
And when you get to get loved completely it worries you so much
That you don’t want to let your guard down.
Loving you? Yes I do
I don’t even think there would be something that can make me stop
But, trusting you?
Is definitely a no.
What kind of love is it,
Because love goes hand in hand with trust.
But this love,
Our love goes hand in hand with fear
What kind of love is this?