I haven’t slept at all in days. It’s been so long since we’ve talked. And I have been here many times; I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? There’s only so much I can take and I just got to let it go. And who knows I might feel better, yeah, if I don’t try and I don’t hope. No more waiting, no more, aching… No more fighting, no more, trying… Maybe there’s nothing more to say. And in a funny way I’m calm because the power is not mine; I’m just going to let it fly.

What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I change to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? And love me… love me…

(c) The Corrs