I've become my favorite stranger just when things are getting desperate
I've become my most hated rival just when it seemed like I could finally put it to rest
And there is little control when something is driving you
And there is little to tell when you wear your heart on your sleeve
I'd like to know that this is real, to be above your suspicion
But I won't live my life for you and I won't sing this song for you
Why can't this just be beautiful?
I guess we need to have our suffering as much as we need to have our bliss