Paradox کے بول

I feel miserable cause I see my dream drifting away It's slipping through my fingers I try to find the words to say But we speak different languages, if I say yes you say no Taste is not negotiable it's time for me to go (Chorus): I want you to want what I want I want you to feel what I feel I want you to like what I like But I want you to want it for real I keep on waiting to be satisfied I'll wait forever 'til I know I've really tried My drive is diminishing I need to be stimulated If I keep on going on I see myself doing what I hated (Chorus) Am I a coward not to stand for my believes Are we compatible or too different in our needs? Should I accept that we will never ever be one? And that our differences cannot be overcome