Sarah and the Robot
Lyric #3264 by bassMonkey
Tags: Obsession, Depression, Frustration, Automation
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What have I got to do,
Please tell me what have I got to do,
To make you love me?
(The way I love you)
What have I got to do,
Please tell me what have I got to do,
To make you care?
I've been searching for the answer,
Every here and everywhere.
Finding better than seeking,
Better than just never having at all,
Wanting better than needing,
Better than banging your head on a wall.
Why has it got to be,
Please tell me why has it got to be,
That I'm so lonely?
(So very lonely)
Why has it got to be,
Please tell me why has it got to be,
That you're so cold?
I've been lower than rock-bottom,
I've been beaten, bought and sold.
Hiding better than seeking,
Better than just never getting to play,
Weeping better than bleeding,
Better than disappear more each day.
So tell me please how did it ever,
How did it ever come to pass,
That I should craft a bed of feathers,
Just to sleep on broken glass?
Please tell me what have I got to do,
To make you love me?
(The way I love you)
What have I got to do,
Please tell me what have I got to do,
To make you care?
I've been searching for the answer,
Every here and everywhere.
Finding better than seeking,
Better than just never having at all,
Wanting better than needing,
Better than banging your head on a wall.
Why has it got to be,
Please tell me why has it got to be,
That I'm so lonely?
(So very lonely)
Why has it got to be,
Please tell me why has it got to be,
That you're so cold?
I've been lower than rock-bottom,
I've been beaten, bought and sold.
Hiding better than seeking,
Better than just never getting to play,
Weeping better than bleeding,
Better than disappear more each day.
So tell me please how did it ever,
How did it ever come to pass,
That I should craft a bed of feathers,
Just to sleep on broken glass?
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