You are a very hard person to love, my girl. I keep trying But I’m getting tired Of playing this damn game. I love you I’d do anything for you Anything within my power You should know that by now. But you keep asking for things I don’t have For things I can’t change For things that I’m not That neither of us are. My life has been full Of people that just don’t know how to be happy. I’m afraid that I’ve caught it Like a disease. I try to hold onto you But you’re bruising me something awful. My grip is failing In the face of your sheer determination Never to be full Never to be content. I can’t be everything at once Forced schizophrenia of the soul Can’t swallow perfection I’ve tried all my life But it keeps on choking me On the way down. I’m so tired of telling you that you’re beautiful Even though I know you will never believe me. And you are. You are so beautiful. And you can be so kind But there is never anyway to know If you’re gonna bite Or kiss the hand that feeds you. I can’t decide whether I want To pick you up and hold you while you cry Or slap you until you tell me Why you can be so cruel. But since that just isn’t in my nature I hurt myself instead. That’s not your problem, that’s mine. I’ve never tried to pretend anything else I am chock full of issues And hang-ups and failings And fear. What a pair we make, the two of us. But you’re killing me, Smalls.