I’m waiting for you to write the rules.
What are your conditions? Tell me, I feel a fool.
Can and cannot.
I can, I can’t. I start then stop.
Do you really like me?
Must be. Because your eyes do look deep into mine.
But I’m nervous. Because never again… please, please don’t hurt me…I won’t get hurt this time.
Is it true that true love trusts
That the skies aren’t lying about being blue
And that the air isn’t an intoxicating poison from you?
Tell me, is it true?
Don’t start if we’ll have to stop.
Because I can love, but I also cannot.