Happy Hands

Some Say

Some people say I have a way
Of making people mad everyday
Some say I do it on purpose
I really don’t try, I’m just nervous

I try to hard to make people like me
I try to hard to make them see
It makes no difference, they will never know
All the things I hold back and never show

It is that way with me sometimes
Only some see and understand me at times
I am tired of trying to make people see
It is almost like talking to a tree

So I give up trying to make them understand
I try to hard and it’s time to make a stand
Don’t try and change me it won’t work
That will only make me a real bad jerk

Accept me as I am
Maybe you will see, I am not as crazy, I just don’t give a damn
I am just different, in all ways, but I am smart
All it takes is a good old gaze and a good heart