Tell Me

Tell me where you want to be.
Tell me what you want from me.
Show me what you see.
I want to know. . .

I want to know what you know,
I want my care for you to show.
I wish that you wouldn't throw
all I have, away.

Don't throw me away.
Don't tell me your skies are grey.
I know that you are afraid.
That much, I know I can say.

Hey! No, don't leave, what'd I say?
Please come back, don't play
with me like this, don't delay!
God I hate you.

I hate you,
but you're always there, it's true.
I know that, but I love you, too.
How else can you tear me?

How can you tear me
apart without any feeling, how can that be?
Is it true, that you can not tell me
what is wrong, that I have done?

What have I done wrong?