She’s the kind of girl he would marry.
He thinks to himself, damn that’s scary.
So he tells her that he’s not ready.
She wonders; will my love life ever be steady?
He says to himself “you’re not good enough”
She tells herself “no emotions, be tough”
But inside her heart is devoured.
Why the fuck is he such a coward?
The wall she has up, it grows higher.
Her heart’s nearly impossible to acquire.
He chose the party life style.
But even that grows old after awhile.
Fast forward he sits with regret.
Why does love have to be such a threat?