My baby, we act so confused.
We take everything so serious,
And have the sweetest litte talks,
Just because were too scared
To let our actions, replace our words.
I promise I'm frightened too.
But I wont yet start crying,
When there's nothing wrong.
Because something so natural,
Is making us only want it more.
My Baby, were finding it so hard.
Wanting to share all our love,
With everything holding us back,-
Like time, reason and experience.
Everything is. Except our hearts...
But I'll promise you now,
I'll tell you this one thing,
That if we to-another succumb,
To the love or lust of mad lives.
I will still treasure your heart,-
As much as I did from the very start...
