It starts
It stops, I make it stop
With my words and/or actions
The mood begins to drop
I love to keep it high
But my words seem to say goodbye
And then she's asking why
My actions aim to be of assistance
But they usually leave the feelings distant.
I cannot help what I do
Nor can I help what is
I can only try to be what is good
I can only try to be what I should.
