Besedila: Juliana Hatfield. My Darling.

You're hurting me, my darling, my darling, my darling
It's killing me, my darling, my darling, my darling
Tell me what can I do, help me help you
You never give me anything, anything, anything

But you needed everything much
Much more than I could bring
I heard the things that you said
Things really are messing with my head

Sweet on the outside, but bitter on the inside
I'm giving up now, but I swear to God, I really tried
I was happy as a child