different views

I'm obsessed with her She's allergic to me We see the world from different angles I see her as an angel She sees me as a demon She thinks I'd be bad for her While I know she'd be good for me I just want her to give me a chance She wants me to change first We both see different colors All she sees is black While I'm seeing white To her I'm broken glass She doesn't want to sweep up the pieces I can never be fixed Like water after being spilled It dries on the floor if not wiped She doesn't want to mop it up She'd rather leave me to rot