I deserve better.
Yeah, maybe I do;
I don’t want to love better,
I want to love you.
They each and all tell me
how awful it is;
They criticize harshly
for things that you did.
They say I’m inventing
the fire I felt;
I’m thinking with hormones
and killing myself.
‘Just give it time,
to adjust to the change’,
but the problem is rather
my heart is the same.
I deserve better.
You told me I do;
I don’t want to love better.
I want to love you.
