I don't know what you want me to do,
to be honest with you,
to be trustworthy,
to be loving,
but it just seems so hard..
you make it hard.
You want this,
but get upset over that.
My head keeps winding,
winding in ways I've never dealt with before.
I beg of you,
please just make your mind up.
So I can do it,
and stay as happy as I have been.
Hurry,
Hurry before its too late..
