Means to an End

My life is not open for discussion,
You can’t handle what I say.
For you’re always fretting passion,
And it’s you that makes me pray.

Cos you can’t handle my body,
You can’t handle my mind.
And Last time you tried to tame me,
You were defeated in no time.

I wanna tell you something
Like, Can’t we just be friends?
Or, it’s not you it’s me –
But I know that’s not to end.

Why must it be so hard?
When I want to say goodbye.
It seems to lead us no where,
Every time we try.