I tend to fall for those who will never feel the same way

Maybe it's a choice that I make for myself

Sometimes it feels like I will worry my whole life away

This isn't something you can choose for yourself

My life isn't laid out for me to see

It is set out for your poking and prodding

I never wanted this for me

You continue your forceful nodding

You act like you understand my words

But you will never get my choice

I wish that I could just fly with the birds

Maybe if I was in the sky with them in, you could hear my little voice

This is my kind of love

It is too bad that it never seems to fit like a glove