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?