You Made Me This Way

I write and write and then delete and then I write again I think and then I overthink to overcome the pain I smile at you, then frown at you, and then I sigh and cry I wonder what you've done to me, and then I wonder why I give my love, I take it back, and then I give some more I put down drawbridge of my heart, and then I bolt the door I do my dance, I hope to trance, and then I disappear I warm you up, and then I chill, and then I draw you near I plant a kiss, and then I hiss, and then I pacify I touch you cheeks, and lick your lips, and then I say goodbye I contemplate and ruminate and then on impulse act I dream of you, and live for you, and hate you: that's a fact! So, here's the deal, just let me heal from my insanity But you must know, this crazy show is not just vanity I must blame you, your love's not true, and I am victimized I try to gain, reprieve from bane, but heart is paralyzed You drive me mad, you make me glad, you play me like a toy You make you crave, you make me slave: you are a naughty boy! So I must say, I am this way because of what you've done So go away, oh, please just stay, and make me come undone! Eileen ;)