Teach Me

Teach Me
Teach me how to love you like I wrote,
And say it like I mean it when I don't
Teach me how to hold you in my arms,
Without squeezing too damn tight and causing harm
I'll learn not to look at you with scorn
I will if you promise to never have been born

By all means, give me your lessons in my ways,
But damn it, don't expect me to change
Mold me to the man that I should be,
But don't consider that man to be free
And how am I expected to behave,
How when I'm alone with myself everyday
I never loved you enough, my love
And I'll never hold you close enough
Teach me how to love you like I wrote
And say it like I mean it when I don't