Promise.

Don't let go, keep holding on.
Don't say no, This isn't wrong.

I need you, and I can't forget.
This feeling that you make me get.

Maybe I should let go, and say good-bye.
But, we have a chance, there's no reason why.

Do you love me too? Or is it just a line?
A line from you, and a line that was mine.

The taste of your warm lips, crashing down on mine.
As our hearts and bodies intertwine.

They say it's too early, but that's my choice.
They can't make up my mind, they can't take my voice.

So, I ask you now, I've made up my mind.
Do you promise and swear to always be mine?