It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your charm in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is is you need? Is it within me?
It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped in you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.
The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong Try not to be wrong.
