You think of me in terms of you.
My normal doesn’t satisfy.
It doesn’t matter what I say;
you only see me in your way.

The news is good but you see bad.
I’ve had it up to here with that.
You fear the worst; I see the best.
You’re really an obsessive mess.

I’m standing here as plain as day,
wanting you to see the facts.
Wanting you to just let go
of broken notions you still hold.

Here I am, just take a look.
Read the book I’ve given you.
The things you took away from me,
I want them back; why can’t you see?

Truth means very much more to me
Than what you give me credit for.
I’m worth a chance, please give me that
Or stand aside to play your games.

Pick on someone else’s brother.
Choose another to twist and turn.
Let me live my life today
Or get the hell out of my way!