• I’d beg of you down on my knees
    Of anything not to lie to me
    About this life and what it holds
    With or without your glare so cold

    Because what matters right at this point
    Is that what you tell won’t disappoint
    When it does concern me and make me speak
    I hope your stare won’t make me weak

    And forgive my tone if my voice shakes
    Your worst of fact; my heart can take
    It’s just that I have waited long
    Wishing in doubt this isn’t wrong

    So I know when the truth speaks
    You won’t hear what I’m speaking of
    You’ll be too busy shouting at me,
    “You are way too young to fall in love!”