What آپ did to me made me
See myself something different
Though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen

Won't آپ go away
Turned yourself in
You're no good at confession
Before the image that آپ burned me in
Tries to teach آپ a lesson

What آپ did to me made me see myself somethin' awful
A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up the first time آپ did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been outbidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
آپ were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff

آپ came upon me like a hypnic jerk
When I was just about settled
And when it counts آپ recoil
With a cryptic word and leave a love belittled

Oh what a cold and common old way to go
I was feeding on the need for آپ to know me
Devastated at the rate آپ fell below me

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff

Oh, well