What did I miss here? What can't you take anymore? Expecting a whisper, I heard the slam of a door
You say that all we ever do is fight Gee, I don't know that that's true. Then I wonder, am I right? Or is that part of our problem? Maybe I'm out of my mind. Maybe I'm blocking out the truth. But it seems like just a little thing, Like you don't want to listen, And I can't shut up.
You don't have to smile at me. We don't have to talk. All that I ask is you stop, And remember, it isn't always this way.
You have the problem, It comes with our private jokes. When you're in a fury, Laughter gets stuck in my throat.
Sometimes I wonder why we have so much trouble Cheering each other up sometimes, When one or the other of us is down. Instead it's like, when you're in a bad mood I look at you and I say, maybe she's knows something I don't know, maybe I should be upset.
You don't have to smile at me We don't have to talk. All that I ask is you stop And remember, it isn't always this way.
The way that I feel When you laugh Is like laughing. The way that I feel When you cry Is so bad.