tell me why

I took a chance. I took a shot. You might think I'm bulletproof,but I'm not. You took a swing. I took it hard. Down here from the ground I see who you are. I'm sick and tired of your attitude. I'm feeling like I don't know you. You tell me that you love me, then cut me down. I need you like a heartbeat, but you know you've got a mean streak. It makes run for cover when when you're around. Here's to you, and your temper, yes, I remember what you said last night. And I know that you see what you're doing to me. You can write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day. Well, I get so confused and frustrated. Forget what I'm trying to say.But I'm sick and tired of your reasons. I got no one to believe in. You tell me that you want me, then push me around. Why, do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside? Why, do you have to put down my dreams, so you're the only thing on my mind? You tell me that you want me, then cut me down. You ask me for my love, then push me around. tell me why. Why? Why? I take a step back, and let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof, now you know.