I think the worse thing is imagining what I feel for you right now
isn't what they call love,
It's an inflamed obsession,
more temporary, something that'll fade overtime.
I don't want what I have with you to fade.
And they say I'm too young to fall in love -
and maybe I am.
Maybe all of this is some twisted joke
maybe it's just plaster-
but I'm stuck in this mold.
If what I feel for you isn't love,
Then I don't want what love is.
But maybe whatever this is,
is close enough to love that it won't hurt me.
I want to make my own love
the love I have now, with you.
That's the love I want.
But they say it's impossible, that it'll pass.
And what if it does?
What will I be left with?
What will I have to call my own?
I don't want them to be right.
My feelings for you are so raw,
I just want this to be love.
I want this to be the only love I know.