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She says I'm negative I just can't see

It's her negativity depressing me

Maybe I'm anti-American me

I don't think the problem is nationality

It's your point of view

She see's these things through dogma's narrow eyes

You question my integrity, but I can't question yours

I have joy in what I know

But her interpretations bring me sorrow

How can I act like nothing's wrong

And not communicate what's going on