Let's take it slowI say to himCause he is messing with my mind.The push and pull,the hot and cold.
He is the fireto my cold existence.But the pace he wants to run atis simply not my style.
Call me old fashionedor plain cautious.But this girl didn't turn over nightinto a woman.
I have my doubts on him,so I will let him run a while.Alone. If he returns,maybe, just maybe I will let him walk besides me.