But here I am and here we go again

Kennt ihr das Gefühl sein Bestes zu geben und dabei zu wissen, dass es nie genug ist? Ich könnte wahnsinnig werden.

Baby, you've got the sort of hands 
to rip me apart 
And baby, you've got the sort of face 
to start this old heart  
But your eyes are warning me 
this early morning 
That my love's too big for you my love
 
Baby, you've got the sort of laugh 
that waters me  
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud 
and flattens me  
I find you stunning but you are running me down 
My love's too big for you my love, 
my love's too big for you my love

(Ingrid Michaelson)