Tell Me Where You'Re At

This one's for you, me, and all the stupid allegations against me. I love you and I'd jump off a skyscraper for you. Can you tell me why you're crying? Is it my fault? If so, I'm sorry- just look at me again. Look at me with those beautiful oceanic eyes once again. I feel like I'm falling out of a fifth story window catching your tears as they fall. I'll never let you escape my mind because if I do I'll be like Chicken Little screaming "the sky is falling." No one knows what I truly am or who I stare at when I talk to my friends. It's a lie- these dumb allegations labeled on my forehead. I'm not an A+ student nor a crazy pyrotechnician. I never laid a hand on that dumb girl and I certainly never killed a man. Will you let me explain? All I did was get a taste of fame, but I never blew you off at least not for another girl. Please...tell me where you're at.