As if I should know everything.
As if I could read every thought.
As if everything I do wrong
was done on purpose.
That's the way you look at me,
that's the way you speak.
I don't know what to do anymore,
I can't handle it,
I'm too weak.

What do you want from me?
You have to let me know,
Because my mind reading skills are about...zero.

I know I can't be perfect
not even close.
And no matter how hard Ill try
I'd still be weird,
from my head to my toes...

Accept me?