some people love shoes of certain kinds
some people love afternoons of the way the moon shines
and they have their own reasons to feel the way they do
thats why i ask myself what it is with you

*is there something wrong with the way i speak?
do you even see me when i pass you on the street
i close my eyes and let it be
because i just cant see why you love to hate me

some people love weekends because they can fool around
some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops of rain fall down
and they have their own reasons whatever they may be
thats why i think its kinda funny that you dont have one for me*

and it sucks to face the truth that i aint got no reasons too
whenever asked the simple question why i feel the way i do
and i know its stupid on my part to say that i love you
even though i know you hate me and you dont know why you do*