"What's good for you?" he asked,
As I coped with indecision
I tried to find an answer,
But all my options had ran.

"What's good for you?" she asked,
My ever loving mother.
She wants to see her child blossom,
But her daughter is intent on destruction

"What's good for you?" she asks,
As we make plans to run away.
To live a life of lies,
And never be told to stay

"What's good for you?" he asks,
As we're tangled on the floor,
I know you're so wrong for me,
But you're not really giving me a choice.