the deepest well... i will i will i will...

.i can't get no.

I give up.

Nothing I do can satisfy you.  Nothing I say can fix it.

Nothing I do is enough for you.  No matter how much I pay for it.

I try to make things better for you.  I consider, I stress, I change.

But nothing I am is good, or true, or sorry enough for you.

I don't know how to make it better.  I'm not sure how much more I can cry.

Each day I do my best to adjust myself; take the criticism, the opinions, the complaints.

I submit, I cater, and change who I am.  I think and rethink and rethink.

I tip toe, I'm careful, I try not to displease.  I do it all with a smile.

One of these days it'll be my turn.  You'll call on me, with no reply.

One of these days I'll consider only myself.  And you'll wish there had been a goodbye.

It won't be 'til then that you'll see all I try, all the things I do just for you.

Not 'til then that you'll realize all I am trying to do is love you.

And love you.

And love you.