Young Mother in Curved Air

Why must I nothin' means anythin' now
I can't read somethin' unreal
Don't seem to fear with my mind
Try to be kind
Don't check me much
Take in the end
You manage to dress up,
To find a true friend

Don't be unreal, I'm not bound
to please with you
I consist that you understand
I try so hard you don't know

No-no-you don't know