Same Old Thing

I wonder if I ask for too much sometimes. I probably do, I know I do. I guess all my nitpicking is fueled by jealousy of observing others. It's a nasty quality and I wish I didn't have it. But I'd trade all these material things you've given me if I had some raw showing of what I mean to you. I guess that day will come and go with the proposal that I long for. I think that I am greedy, because you never demand anything from me. You're always content. But the difference between you and me is that I am capable of deeply showing the love I have for you by any way that I can imagine.