Clawfinger

How come all the things you say just don't make sense to me
Why do we spend so much time just refusing to agree
If you say you like something you know I'll say I don't
and when you want to do something that's fun you know I won't
Why is it always my turn to take care of this mess
I don't think it's fair to say I'm always doing less
You don't know what I do so I don't think you should moan
and if you're so much better you can do it on your own
Nobody loves me like I do, not even you
Nobody needs me the way I do, not even you
Nobody knows what I'm going through, not even you
You always make me feel like everything I do is wrong
and things would be much easier if we could get along
but every time I criticize you you overreact
please don't tell me one more time that opposites attract