Tell me what is wrong,  
What is right.
Maybe I should keep it all hidden,
Tell only lies.
It works for other people,
But isn’t really me.
Why is being true to myself
Bringing only misery?

It should be simple,
Maybe even easy.
What I do should create a spark,
And with time connect our hearts.
It doesn’t work that way,
Something’s always missing.
What part of my approach,
Always sends me back fishing?

To try again is something
That everybody says.
They say do it differently
But they don’t seem to realize
If I change my way
I stop being me.

Tell me what is wrong,  
What is right.
No one can tell me,
They all say it’s individual.
But why is it not enough
My love unconditional?

Maybe I should keep it all hidden,
Tell only lies.
I used to tell so many,
But it was something I didn’t like.
Why should I go back
When I like my way of life?

It works for other people,
But isn’t really me.
Why is it I don’t work,
Am I really that hard to see?

Why is being true to myself
Bringing only misery?
Why is being myself
Bringing only misery?