Tell me what can I do
Because nothing ever seems to go right
You only come home every other night
Tell me what can I do
When people are looking our way, With the strangest face and see your hand around her waist.
I tell you things have got to change.
But you say no way, maybe some other day.
I'm trying my best to hold on to you
Tell me what can I do
I need to rest
Because of all this stress
But maybe things will turn out for the best
I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath
But I still try every day and say that things have got to change
You say no way, maybe some other day.
Why do I even try
Every time I bring it to light
You say I’m just picking a fight
Maybe you’re right

My silence
My pause
My sigh
Has always been a sign
That I'm not fine

My stupidity
My insanity
My ignorance
Has always been the reason
Behind my resistance

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?