i think the lady did protest too much
she wouldn't take the flower from my hand
she only saw the shadow of my circumstance
perception can't describe what makes a man
i didn't mean to interrupt your stride
but a rose was all i had to give
sometimes beauty isin't recognized
when it contrasts with what you feel inside
who's to say that darkened clouds must lead to rain
who's to say that problems should just go away
who's to point a finger at what's not understood
because
we're all mad in our own way
colors paint the grey away
different people all the same
each reveals a meaning
we're all mad in our own way
fill the sky with different shades
read the story on each page
each reveals the meaning
sometimes i think i over analyze
as if i can control the time and place
life isn't something you try on for size
you can't have love without the give and take
