"Did you mean it would you marry me?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I'd want to." "Not because you love me or anything like that huh." "I respect and admire you." "Isn't that love?" "No, that's respect and admiration. Bleak in, so petrified Peak into my demise A feel that I can't describe Feed in laconic cries Somber times with your Solemn sighs Lullabies turn to alibis Sink in I'm paralyzed Trust into your Dear eyes Glamours of Charming crimes Tell me why if I'm sublime Tampered tries tend to Compromise Trust you first, would you Trust me twice? Don't turn around, turn around Don't turn around, turn around "I think that's better than love." "How?" "When people are in love They do all sorts of crazy things. They get jealous, they lie, They cheat. They kill themselves. They kill each other." "It doesn't have to be that way." "Maybe."