Your Own Stew

Sitting across the room You're looking sad and blue What's going on in your mind Would I be mad if I knew? Am I reading into it too much? Do I not seem to have the right touch? Or am I crazy and there's nothing wrong. I'll change the station, pick out a better song I imagine neurons going crazy Creating sparks of madness Wish you could speak your mind Help me eliminate this sadness Since I can't solve your problems I'll let you sit in your own stew Unwillingness to communicate Makes this hard and my theory true This is all just a cry for attention I'd rather see you smiling for my affection