My love,
you do not love me,
quiet lying to my face.

I see the way you look at me,
Your face filled with disgrace....

Who knows me better then you?
for your sapposed to know...
My reactions to you seem more in jest,
you make me made but I digress.

I understand you don't see what I do,
The world beyond the door frame you clearly can not see.
this world is filled with many things,
Both loved and laughter filled.

But you do not see what I see,
This world full of disgrace,
I love it very dearly,
expecially the sun upon my face.

My actions are ruff,
you do not agree,
my words you missunderstand,
To bad,
oh well,
we'll all learn someday,
the world, they say, is growing still,
And we're just along for a ride....