Bathwater No doubt

These lyrics full of meaning and i like it..

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying
Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

Apa lagi dayaku..

Apa lagi dayaku?
Bila dia lebih senang jauh dariku..
Tiada mata bertentang.. hatinya lebih tenang
Aku di sini memendam kecewa
Dia ada yg lebih penting di matanya
Aku dibiarkan saja

Apa lagi hendakku katakan?
Dia gembira berjauhan dariku
Mungkin hanya aku yg ingin selalu dengannya
Hanya aku seorang yang rasa
Apa lagi harus ku lakukan?
Bila dia lebih senang berjauhan dariku
Mungkin aku tiada makna
dalam hidupnya..
Mungkin aku perlu biarkan saja..
Jangan melayan perasaan ini..
Kerna yg duka aku sendiri
Andai ku luah belum tentu memberi erti..
Aku tiada berdaya lagi..