You can't be gentle
You can't be sweet
You can't be tidy
You can't be neat
This wasn't the plan
The plan wasn't you
Now I'm debating
Going all the way through
With what I had started
With what I have schemed
You've shown me a perspective
I'd never dreamed
And now I feel guilty
Which I shouldn't, you see?
My idea wasn't that
You'd go through with these things.
So, stop being gentle
Stop being nice
I'd hoped for pain
I'd wished for a fight
I wanted bad
But got good in return
I've never been so lucky
This shouldn't be heard of
But I appreciate all your work
What you've done for me
While I can't even wait
For three minutes it seems
You're so unlucky to have me
But please don't be sad
I'll try to make it all right
Now that I know what I have