The way you think to me just doesn't make sense.
One second you want to talk, but then the next?
Nothing but silence.
I sometimes feel as if I’m nothing more than a pet that’s compliant.
You think I feel nothing, but it’s really not the case.
I sometimes think why we talk in the first place.
You get me mad on purpose and you think that it’s cool
And half the time you think I’m a fool.
But then you do something wonderful and I rethink my thoughts.
The reason I was mad? Well I guess I forgot.
But why do you do it? Why is it cool?
That you put me in a position where I look like a fool.
Is it how I look? Is it how I dress?
The way you look at me, you think I’m mess.
I just know it. And you think you don’t show it
And the necklace I got you I think I’ll just hold it.
So I’m not angry or going on defense, it’s just…
The way you think to me just doesn't make sense.