This Is My Crime

Time after time,
I always find myself,
Committing the same old crime.

His heart or mine,
Rings in my head,
Like a childhood rhyme.

Every time something goes right,
All of a sudden,
I turn around and put up a fight.

Not letting another in,
Convincing myself,
This would be a sin.

So I’m telling you,
This always happens,
And I know it will come true.

What am I afraid of,
Is it him,
Or is it love...?