The problem is you assumed I was okay I kept saying I wasn't I couldn't do it I need to drop them But you insisted I was okay
Now I'm showing doing saying Things you don't approve Finally you're convinced I really wasn't I couldn't do it I needed to drop them Because I'm still not okay
And you go crazy With your feisty marching band No grasp of reality, my reality Pretending to be a friend Treating me like a glass about to break But I don't believe any of it You only do the things you do Because you don't approve of mine