I don’t know what I do to make you feel like you do
I don’t know and I wish I knew
I wish I could change things and make them alright
I can’t — I know it — you’re right.
I can’t stop myself being no different
I am me and in me I am fluent
I cause pain, hurt, confusion and strife
I am the bane of your much better life.
I could stop it if I wanted, you said
I could try and be better, you said
I do what I do and it’s wrong
I’ve been me for so very long.
What if I take less and give you much more
What if I try harder and show I adore
You and your ways just the same
Then would you not want me to change?