[VERSE 1 — soft 7/8 pulse, workplace quiet] When I fall in love, it starts in the hallway, your voice drifting over cubicles like something I shouldn’t feel this deeply. You lean over my desk, asking about a file I already finished, and the warmth of you standing close makes the rhythm slip in my chest. I pretend it’s nothing — I pretend I’m fine — but the truth shakes loose. [PRE‑CHORUS — tension build, staggered accents] I want to reach for you, but fear rewrites the timing. One wrong look, one wrong word, and everything could break. I brace for the moment you think I meant something I didn’t say, or worse — that I meant everything I’m too scared to admit. [CHORUS / HOOK — flowing, torn‑into‑fear] When I fall in love, I fall afraid. I hold myself back, call it caution, call it safety, call it anything that keeps the workplace steady. I want you — but wanting feels dangerous. If this goes wrong, I lose more than my heart. [VERSE 2 — 7/8 again, office intimacy] Your coffee mug on my shelf looks like a secret I shouldn’t keep. You laugh at something small I said, and it hits too close, like you’re touching the part of me I keep locked behind professionalism. I practice being calm, but my pulse keeps slipping into that uneven meter you always bring out of me. [PRE‑CHORUS — syncopated, anxious tenderness] I try to step forward, but the fear pulls me sideways. I short‑circuit the moment, downgrade the feeling, rename the longing as “just coworkers,” because losing you would make every morning unbearable. [CHORUS — repeatable hook, fuller] When I fall in love, I fall afraid. I hold myself back, call it caution, call it safety, call it anything that keeps the workplace steady. I want you — but wanting feels dangerous. If this goes wrong, I lose more than my heart. [BRIDGE — flowing lines, classic love‑song ache] If you knew the truth of me, would it change the way you stand near? If you saw the trembling hope behind every careful smile, would you stay long enough to teach my fear how to soften into trust? When I fall in love, I fall in conflict. [BREAKDOWN — dry mix, whispered tension] I’m scared you’ll see the cracks. I’m scared you won’t. I’m scared of the silence after a confession. I’m scared of the rumors, the misread glances, the awkward meetings if this breaks wrong. I’m scared of wanting you in the one place I can’t afford to lose. [OUTRO — light, drifting, 4/4 → 7/8 fade] So I keep my distance, close enough to care, far enough to survive. If love ever finds me, I hope it’s gentle — gentle enough to stay when I finally step forward instead of stepping away.
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