He Might Run A Mile From You

If you give him too much pressure And he’ll start running… And claim in his defence He isn’t in love with you! Youth is a candle that’s newly lit And is shaky in its defence So let’s not pretend! It blows hot and cold. So if he says he loves you Except its true, he loves you Else you could lose everything… That’s meaningful to you. Oh let’s not pretend… When you’re looking for sureties It’s a gamble falling at the first fence If the pressures on you To cross the finish line first. He might run a mile from you. Youth is a candle that’s newly lit And is shaky in its defence So let’s not pretend! It blows hot and cold.