She says i’m negative i just can’t see
It’s her negativity depressing me
Maybe i’m anti-american me
I don’t think the problem is nationality
It’s your point of view
She see’s these things through dogma’s narrow eyes
You question my integrity, but i can’t question yours
I have joy in what i know
But her interpretations bring me sorrow
How can i act like nothing’s wrong
And not communicate what’s going on
