This might be love, it definitely is love.
But why does my heart sting and tears come first?
I never believed that there was such thing as forbidden love.
Why do I believe in forever with love so different from hers?
But they tell me don’t, don’t start it
because it won’t come to me.
Everyone tell me don’t, don’t love
because I can’t have it.
Don’t stop me.
The more they tell me to stop, the stronger I love like a brat
and feel we are destiny.
You don’t know for how long I wanted you hidden from you.
Even though it hurts, I want to hurt more.
They tell me don’t start it
without knowing I’m like this
because it won’t come to me.
They tell me don’t love
without knowing my heart
because I can’t have it.
Don’t stop me.
The more they tell me to stop, the stronger I love like a brat
and feel we are destiny.
Since when did I listen to others?
Does this love end just because I don’t want it?
Since when did all those saying about love come through?