I'm scared of falling in love, because I might just get a shove.
I'm scared of how much I love him, I know I'm not slim.
Why does he love me? Can't he see?
He can do so much better, I'm still always wear a sweater.
I'm scared that he will leave, for someone else named Steve.
I'm scared he will throw me a punch, and break my bones with a loud crunch.
I don't want that, I don't want him to think of me as a mutt.
I'm scared when we say bye, because it might be the last time we speak eye to eye.
I'm scared of him taking off, man this is tough.
I don't want to lose this boy, but I don't want to be anyone's toy.
I'm scared of getting heartbroken, and going back to the smokin.
I'm scared.