Will you be my Romeo if I'll be your Juliet?
Will our love forever grow peaceful like the dead?
Can I trust you always and know it's not a lie?
When you say you'll always be there will I see it in your eyes?
Do I feel something missing from your strong and love embrace?
Or is it my imagination that you lack your air of grace?
I know I shouldn't worry; you are mine until we die.
But I cannot help this fear I have that everything's a lie.
I've tried so hard to quell it, I know this isn't fair.
My foolish insecurities strangle me of air.
Promise me you'll love me and never will it end.
You are my one and only love; forever my best friend.
