Simple kind of life

For a long time I was in love. Not only in love, I was obsessed, with a friendship that no one else could touch. It didn't work out, I'm covered in my shells. And all I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life. And all I needed was a simple man, so I could be a wife. I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean. I don't know how it got to this point. I always was the one with all the love. You came along, I'm hunting you down. Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight. And all I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life. If we met tomorrow for the very first time, would it start all over again? Would I try to make you mine? I always thought I'd be a mom, sometimes I wish for a mistake. The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get. You seem like you'd be a good dad. Now all those simple things are simply to complicated for my life. How'd I get so faithful to my freedom? A selfish kind of life. When all I ever wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life.