I don’t know who you are, or where you’re coming from.
I don’t know where you’ve been or where you’ll go.
I don’t know if I can trust you.
I don’t know how long you’ll stay, or if you’ll even take the time.
I don’t know when you’ll get here.
I don’t know all the answers, but neither do you.
Maybe you’re the one thinking the same thing.
Do you even exist?
Or are you just a figment of my imagination?
Are you a shade of scarlet or are you jade?
Will love last or will it fade?
Have I met you already?
Did I make a fool out of myself?
Will you ever forgive me?
I guess I just don’t know.
But until then, I’m not sure about this thing called love.
I guess I’m just not ready.
Maybe one day it’ll be just you and me.
But until that day, I’ll keep things steady.