Love isn't real,
can't be here to stay.
I'm not ready for it to steal
my heart and soul away.
Still so young,
yet you come running to me.
So ready to throw yourself,
down on one knee.
For now I shake my head,
and pull you up to stand.
Enough has been said,
now come, take my hand.
Let me show you my world,
so you can become acquainted.
Here's my blank page,
now you can help me paint it.
Pick up a brush
and hold it in your hand.
Tickle me with strokes,
and I'll help you understand.
I want to live my life,
away from ever lie.
Pick me up and take me away,
with you, I will fly.
