I like it when you do something for me
Give something of yourself
And yet when it occurs
As it does now and again
Nice as it is…
I often realise I should have done it myself
Because it seems that nobody can do it
The way I can
You do something for me
You want to know what I like
But how can you know that…
Unless you know me?
I could tell you
But if I do
Won’t I have to keep telling you?
And won’t you get used to it?
So how can I tell you
When you need to see me for yourself
See me as I am
So I can accept what you do
Even if I would have done it differently?
So how should I be
When I want to let you do what you feel to do?
I have no right to expect anything
Nor let you just do things I do not like to do
Perhaps that is why I am alone
What choice do I really have?
I can imagine something else
Feel its possibility
But the reality is
I’m hard to please
Give something of yourself
And yet when it occurs
As it does now and again
Nice as it is…
I often realise I should have done it myself
Because it seems that nobody can do it
The way I can
You do something for me
You want to know what I like
But how can you know that…
Unless you know me?
I could tell you
But if I do
Won’t I have to keep telling you?
And won’t you get used to it?
So how can I tell you
When you need to see me for yourself
See me as I am
So I can accept what you do
Even if I would have done it differently?
So how should I be
When I want to let you do what you feel to do?
I have no right to expect anything
Nor let you just do things I do not like to do
Perhaps that is why I am alone
What choice do I really have?
I can imagine something else
Feel its possibility
But the reality is
I’m hard to please