When it comes to love I’m never smart.
There is not a soul I trust, so please don’t start.
I will never love again; I must defend my heart,
but when I look at you, I fall apart.
There are many voices in my mind
telling me exactly what I need to find.
I just keep refusing and I’m losing all the time,
but when I look at you, everything’s fine.
I don’t want to feel like this, but now it’s much too late.
In your eyes, lies my fate.
You unlock the feeling that I’d buried far away
with each word you say.
I’m afraid you’ll sweep me off my feet
and then I’ll be destined only to repeat
all the pain I’ve felt before, a lover scorned, that’s me.