Concerto For Piano And Violin In C Minor

You must think me mad.

Well I have no reason to reason with you.  Because you never did learn to get to know me, and you never did learn to let me be.

But I will still claim to love you, now and for forever.  You don't deserve that at all, but I give it freely.  I understand the things we never speak of.  I understand the things you cannot see.

But you did always say that I was going to suffer.

And you always did say I was at fault.

You told me once that I was no better than the soil, 

and that I'd always be plain and dull and small.