I don't understand you
and your idiotic ways.

The way you change what you say,
the games you play,
each and every day.

I don't understand you
and your constant anger.

I didn't do what you think I did,
your confusing yourself,
you're being such a kid.

I don't understand you
and how you can manipulate.

Once its her then it's me,
make your mind up you see,
or else neither will be.

I don't understand
how you can just ease on through.

Not a care in the world,
you blink and you cry,
as if I'd want a goodbye.

I don't understand
what made you think.

The pain you cause,
the hurt you feel,
it may not be as real.