I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears

But I'm scared of


I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair


But I'm scared of

Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?


Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?


Why do we love Love, when Love seems to hate us?







Sorry if I sound so filled with gloom

You say you care and I know you do


But this is from my experience


And my conclusion only makes sense

Just cause I love u and u love me,


It doesn't mean that that we're meant to be,


I can climb mountains, swim cross the seas,

But the most frightening thing is you & me!







I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears


But I'm scared of


I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair

But I'm scared of


Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?


Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?

Why do we love Love, when Love seems to hate us?







Most circumstances I know my fate


But in this love thing I don't get the game


Why does it feel like those who give in,

They only wind up losing a friend?


Just cause I love u and u love me,


It doesn't mean that that we'll ever be,

Fly cross the ocean, sing for the Queen,


But the most frightening thing is you & me!







I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears

But I'm scared of


I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair

But I'm scared of

Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?


Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?

Why do we love Love, when Love seems to hate us?






I'm not sure no, I'm not sure


But if we never try we'll never know

It's better to have loved than not to love at all

But trying is worst than to stumble and fall


And if what we do?

I'd rather it be with you

Cause at least there will be


Sweet memories





I'm not scared of lions and tigers and bears


But I'm scared of

I'm not scared to perform at a sold out affair

But I'm scared of


Am I the only one who thinks it's an impossible task?

Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?

Why do we love Love, when Love seems to hate us?