Falling in love with you
would kill me.
Kill me in such a soft, harmless way
it would be hard for me to acknowledge
my own death.
Falling in love with you
would ruin me.
And my defeat would be lovely,
matching my fearless eyes,
grateful for the opportunity.
Falling in love with you
would tear me down.
And shit, it took me so long
to grow back since the last time...
I'm still trying to figure it out.
Falling in love with you
is a mistake.
You'd say "no", I'd say "bye",
I would lose you, you would hurt me,
and it would burn that bridge.
If I can state all that,
if I know the truth,
if my eyes get to see
the end of the road,
why do I have to love you?