Mad

I'm mad at the way she loves me And I'm mad at the way she cares I'm mad at the way she touch me At the way that she comb her hair I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing I'd be lying, if I said I didn't care I'd be lying, if I said I didn't love her I'm still here I'm still here I'm mad at the way she loves me I"m mad at the time we spent I'm mad about our conversation Damn, I'm mad about everything I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing I'd be lying, if I said I didn't care I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing I'm still here I'm still here And I'm made about the way she loves me And I'm mad at my next of kin And I'm mad about the Sunday dinners And I'm mad that they count me in I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing I'd be lying, if I said I didn't care I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing I'm still here, I'm still here I ain't never gonna leave