It's About You

It's not about the things you do.
Or what I say to you.
It's not about who you're with.
Or what you think is a myth.
It's not about if you think so.
Or where you go.
It's not about the times I wish you'd go away.
Or the times you beg me to stay.
It's not about all the times you screwed up.
Or the times you try to make up.

It's about how far you'd go to make me smile.
It's about how you make me happy, at least for awhile.
It's about how you can't say "I hate you" and mean it.
It's about how you can take it when I'm mad.
It's about how you make me laugh when I'm sad.
It's about how you hold me and tell me I'm safe.
It's about how you can calm me down when I misbehave.
It's about how much you care for me.
It's about the things you do that no one else can see.
It's about how you tell me "I love you, too."
It's about you.