Why do you convince me,
That I'm no' good?
And then give me confidence
When your in the mood?

Why do you torture me
and twist in the knife?
Pointing out all the things
Wrong in my life.

Why do you hate me
But love me aslwell?
Why do you do things to me
That no one can tell?

Why do you say things
That make me look bad?
Then cover it up
So no one feels sad?

It gets more worrying
The deeper | delve.
Because all of these questions
I'm asking myself.