Why can't I please you?
              Why must it be so hard to feel good enough for you?
              Is it my insecurity or the notion that you don't love me anymore
             You frown when I smile, and you break into laughter when I cry
             What is this ought to mean?
             I beg pardon if I've done harm to you, but please love me!                                                              ­
            I want to belong to you and only you, but every day you wake up with the intention to rip me into pieces.
            Why can't I please you?