Will somebody tell me what’s wrong with me?
I am not being what I’m supposed to be?
When I say “please love me” do you hear “please flee?”
I have no idea what is wrong with me.
But seriously, just tell me, what’s wrong with me?
I’m great with parents. I cook, I clean
I can be the life of your party or blend in behind the scenes
Are those the things that are wrong with me?
I just can’t figure out what is wrong with me
I pray, I commit, I’m educated, I read
I’ll inspire and support you to be all you can be
Maybe that’s what is wrong with me
You know, I think nothing’s wrong with me
You just don’t want to stay, don’t us to be
I’ve tried my best to the nth degree
So I reckon its you, there’s nothing wrong with me.