What you do to me

Do you know how a canon goes?
That's nothing to how you make my head blow.
You take all breath out of my system,
But suddenly, I like myself suffocating.

I was hit by the most dangerous shot of a cupid,
But for you, I'll be the sweetest masochist.
What's wrong of being in the state of worry,
When it's just only a matter of daze and confidentiality.

No matter how my sight is all blur,
It all goes clear when it comes to you.
Though millions of people gather around you,
They fade as I go near you.

My lips aren't burnt and my tongue isn't pricked,
But you cut them off as you say hello.
Try passing by with my heart not jumping high,
Then maybe my response can sweetly flow.