I'm making you more then a friend. So I'm sorry if you're my experiment. But the blonde in your hair is not real, And how's that supposed to make me feel? And I'm afraid to win it. So although I'll try, I'll in the end still come up just shy. And I'm afraid to be it. So I swear I'll try, But you know I just can't help it. So this is the way I deal. The ice is replaced with the sentiment that comfort is achieved in pairs. Maybe that's why I'm glad you're here. What other kind of love is there? Is there anything that could be stopping me? What other kind of love is there? Is it possible to not be property?