If you worry for me, you get angry.
I have to be here when you need me
But if I’m on your way, I have to get away.
You keep on telling me what to do
But don’t know what to say if I ask for advice.
You ignore me when I need a sign from you and
You’re all good to me again, warm and generous
Once I got used to your coldness.
You don’t understand what’s in my little brain
But still you love me more than you want to show.
Why can’t things be more simple?