And I'm sorry that I can't be what you want me to be. But why try
to change me? Why not just leave instead of wanting me to
become someone else?

But I don't want you to leave; so I'll keep changing myself
to be exactly what you'd prefer.

Although
My eyes will never be hazel (I know you'd love me forever, then) they're only boring old brown
And my hair will never be perfectly wavy (you'd never even think of leaving me, then) I've got a wild nest of tangled curls

but I can always paint my nails red
and stay pretty
for you.

(You might still leave me, then)