Teach Me

Teach me how to love you like I wrote
And say it like I mean it when I don’t
Teach me how to hold you in my arms
Without squeezing too damn tight and causing harm
And I’ll learn not to look at you with scorn
Oh, if you promise to never have been born
By all means, give me lessons in my ways
But damn it, don’t expect me to change
Mould me to the man that I should be
But don’t consider that man to be free
And how am I expected to behave?
Oh, when I’m alone with myself every day
And I’ll never love
You enough
My love
And I’ll never hold
You close
Enough
Teach me how to love you like I wrote
And say it like I mean it when I don’t