...Not what you are
Don't tell me what i will be When you infiltrate my brain And when your smile will be the first thing i see in the morning before the sun walks through the curtains It makes me afraid And concerned that a human Could change me into what i am not I am afraid that you will ask For something that i am not ready to giveLike all my zest, most of my self and that inch that keeps running back to you It makes me afraid to thinkThat the passion will be goneSimply because You tried to make me into you It makes me afraid to leaveBecause i will And your smile wouldn't be the first thing in the morning anymore And my mind will think Less and less of you It makes me afraid to think that One day to me you wouldn't exist anymore simply Because i didn't want to be something That you are