Brown Grass…

Why do you call me jealous?
Why do you say that I am insecure?
Why do I always have to be understanding?

Jealous is a negative feeling,which i don’t have.
Insecure is an emotions that I have long forgotten.
Understanding is what is got me here.

Why am I always thinking?
Why am I never too street smart?
Why do i count on you?

Thinking is what gets me my words.
Smartness is something that I never could learn.
I count you cause you told me to.