I don’t mean for her to get soft.
She has to stand on her own two feet,
And she knows that. She has to say
What’s on her mind. She has to find
Her own way in life, and not play
By somebody else’s rules.
But sometimes she gets so angry
She can’t see straight. She’s cruel
And says things she doesn’t mean.
She wants to destroy for the sake
Of destruction. If I lean
One way, she leans the other.
She’s unapproachable. It’s
As if I’d never known her,
And she’d never known me.
But then, out of this darkness,
She’ll whisper, “Make me sweet
Again.” Not soft, not easy, sweet.