Wound Up

Spin it positive,
Paint me a rainbow,
Camouflage this shade of gray.
If you're the optimistic type,
Why do you hear only negative,
Out of all the things I have to say?

But I've thought it before,
How do I know the difference?
Hard to see true colors,
Standing on the fence.
Can't erase all these scars,
I'm sure you have them too.
Maybe, possibly, perhaps,
Come on now,
I'm standing here waiting to collapse.
And you still took your time.
Day Late, Dollar short,
And still no help divine.
I can't help me help myself.
So would up, can't unwind.
Wind me up a little tighter,
What a tangled web we weave.
Yes you, me, and him and she,
And misery's invited too.
What's a girl like me to do?