She says I'm negative, I just can't see It's her negativity depressing me Maybe I'm anti-American me Well, I don't think the problem is nationality, it's your point of view
She sees these things Through dogma's narrow eyes You question my integrity But I can't question your's
I have joy in what I know Her interpretations that bring me sorrow How can I act like nothing's wrong And not communicate what's, what's going on in my life?
She sees these things Through dogma's narrow eyes You question my integrity But I can't question your's