Life is Just a Melancholy Lollipop

What You Can't Understand

I don't understand why you think it's a game.

I just hope you know that we don't feel the same.

When you applaud our efforts and the things that we try.

It isn't our goal of making you cry.

We do what we do to show that we care.

Not to mock you, your likes, or the things that you wear.

We do nice things in hopes of making you smile.

Not with the intent of keeping you down for a while.

We wish you the best with all of our hearts.

But it seems all that we do only breaks yours to parts.

I can't understand why you think we mean hate.

We want for you: the best, the only, the great.

We mean simply the best- honest, we do.

Yet somehow you find this not to be true.

We love you, we think of you only as friend.

Hopefully you'll see these words ring true in the end.

For now we keep quiet and silently wait.

In the hopes of you not mistaking our adoration for hate.

But this is it, what you can't understand:

It's you whom we want beside us to stand.