Stop telling me which way to go,
Stop changing your mind when I try.
I've been listening to what you say you "know,"
But everything seems like a lie.
Today I head north,
A good place to go.
But you're screaming at me, "NO!"
For if you go north, there will be too much snow.
Today I head south,
A place I couldn't beat,
But again you scream, "NO!"
For if you go south, there will be too much heat.
Today I head east,
Where it won't be too hot or cold,
But you're still screaming, "NO!"
The east is far too old.
Today I head west,
A place of which many have sung,
Once more, you scream, "NO!"
The west is far too young.
No matter what I do,
It will always be wrong.
No matter what I say,
My speech will always be too long.
Can't you see,
I'm only trying to take your advice?
But every time I do,
You become someone "not nice."
You're angry with me
For what I do,
But all my ideas
Are coming from you.
