He doesn't understand that life is art. 

He doesn't feel the lyrics to the songs he sings 

He doesn't notice the trees dancing with the breeze 

He doesn't understand how I see.

I look at life from a different perspective 

I look around and see beauty 

He looks around and sees nothing.

Nothing invokes that emotion I feel while looking at the sunrise,

Seeing a rainbow after a storm hits, 

Hearing the birds chirping the very next morning, 

Or hearing the lyrics speak to you from that song on the radio 

He doesn't understand why I cry at the sight of the worlds beauty.

He's taken off his rose colored lenses

And now everything is nothing to him

And I can't help but wonder

If I'm nothing too.