Something about you makes me laugh,
Yet that something makes me cry.
Something about you makes me live,
But with you, I want to die.
Something about you makes me hurt inside,
A certain something makes me hide.
It chews me up,
And spits me out.
It makes me whimper,
It makes me shout.
I need the company,
I want the peace.
It's a certain something
That I wish would cease.
But it won't cease
Until I cease to be,
Because that certain something
Is your love for me.
