apples and oranges

Between you and me I have no idea what perfection is
Although I like to think I’ve been close several times.
You see some might call me lost and a player
But my only burning desire is to please my father.
I harbour no evil for beautiful ladies.
No blue fire passion characteristic of Casanovas
Between you and me I’m lost and confused
I love my space but hate being alone
I hate it when you talk but I want you here
I say the rudest things but I truly love you dear
Tell me all your problems but don’t expect to hear mine.
Create a circle of trust and I’d be the first to break it
Yes I love you and yes I care.
But there are some parts of me I can’t share
I’m nowhere near perfect and certainly not worthy
To eat it my cake and have it, tho want it I do.
What can I say, to everyone I disappointed
A simple sorry won’t suffice, yet dats all there is,
You see there’s more of me out there, in eggs than worms
Life with me is a taste of something new and unforeseen everyday
Like you were blind, eating from a bowl of apples and oranges.