Seems to me you're expecting somebody to set you free, magically
All you ask is for someone to perform all the tasks that you ask
Things that fall beneath your feet, smiles and thoughts you chose to keep
Waste my time while you confuse being loved and being used
So, what do you have to offer me except your vanity?
And why is your insecurity my responsibility?
And if you don't care about money, then why isn't your love for free?
I'm sorry but this kind of love is not for me
There's no doubt that your looks are good enough to make them all I
Think about
But pretty looks will disappear when your talk is so insincere
Don't ask me to save you, nobody's gonna come and save you
Only you can make yourself be free
So, what do you have to offer me except your vanity?
And why is your insecurity my responsibility?
And if you don't care about money, then why isn't your love for free?
I'm sorry but this kind of love is not for me