When I look back on what was said,

And all my messages unread,

Now that I see through you, you're glass

And with your hearts made of plastic (I)

I guess it's too late to ask it (why)

How long this could have lasted (oh)

It's tragic, you can't seem to grasp it

Chance after chance you had

No, I'm not mad

I was tryna please everyone

But nobody really noticed

Still they wonder where my mind has gone

No, I'm not mad (ah)

I'm just seeing red (ah)

Now they call me cynical

So they call me critical

You can call me whatever makes you feel better

They say that I'm difficult

I'm too analytical

Well I hope them big words, they make you feel clever (yeah)

You are the typical archetype

You're not up (up, up) to all the hype

I see you got quite the appetite

Take it all, but never satisfied

I was tryna please everyone

Still nobody really noticed (ah)

Yet they wonder where my mind has gone

No, I'm not mad (ah)

I'm just seeing red (ah)

Maybe I'll see that this all just temporary

My soul's aching, dreaming of being more than ordinary

So I'll just put on a big smile

And not get too hostile

Slow down for a little while

But then they come with the bullshit

I watch 'em throw a fit

I tried but now I quit (I fuckin hate it)

I was tryna please everyone

But nobody really noticed (ah)

Still they wonder where my mind has gone

No, I'm not mad (ah)

I'm just seeing red (ah)

No, I'm not mad (ah)

Just seeing red