You look into my eyes,
Study my every move,
But you see something not there,
Something you believe is.
My mood is improving,
I just have to think of you,
You keep me from going insane,
And going on a murder spree.
You say that you make me unhappy,
You think you make me sad,
And that you are making my life a living Hell,
But it is so not true.
My parents shoving shit on me,
Pissing me off until my last nerve is shot,
Testing me as far as I will go,
Until the day I finally rest.
You make me feel better,
Listen to me,
Help me through,
And I love you.
So don't leave me with these thoughts,
Because they are false,
I'm sorry if I mislead you,
But you misread me.