How's The Wheather Outside?

I can only tell things the way I see them through my eyes. I see insincerity. Am I catching on? Am I getting wise? I think I am. Only you know the truth. Does it matter? Does it matter to you? These things mean so much to me and I put my heart in everything I do. Look at you now, Going through the motions, Pretending that you care. You could never understand what this means to me And what this means to us. I believe in what we're doing And I believe in what this means, And I believe in the kids. I beileve in all of this.