I tried

I tried so hard to be perfect for you.
I grew out my hair because you wanted to see what it looked like.
I painted my nails the colors you liked.
I gave up black.

(Funny how it came back into you style after that.)

I tried so hard to agree with you.
I stopped pushing gay rights,
because you thought their intercourse was "gross."
I didn't bring up the subjects we fought about.
I tried to be less perfect in front of your mom.

(Even if I had to shatter a few glasses along the way.)

I tried so hard to be more like you.
I "loved" the shows you loved,
Your crappy music,
Your childish books.
I even kept myself from pointing out
Your disastrous style flaws.

(Vise versa? Of course not.)

I tried to be good enough for you
And you stopped seeing me.
You even stole the only friend
Who gave a shit about me.

(So I cried.)