...enjoyI remember when I promised myself, never silence your voice box, it has to talk,
And I feel like I'm always pushing on the walls of this glass box,
My future tries to kick down the door, even though my past knocks,
He's pushing himself in the front door, he's picking the last locks,
But as I wait for him, it seems time flies, just like fast clocks,
And I'm dying slowly inside, everyday, my caskett mocks,
A thought comes, I wonder would it matter if I had a dying wish,
If I cried my eyes out, they'd be more invisible, than a crying fish,
And when its all said and done, and the dust cloud clears,
I bust out in tears, and my trust and doubt mirrors,
My once fiery flame now cowers, like its scared of ice,
So I ask myself will I rely on acheiving paradise or a pair of dice,
And when I tried to buy happiness but couldn't bear the price,
I'm just an open book, but I guess books are for reading,
But don't judge a book by its cover, looks are decieving,
You guys are the reason, I always feel fuckin taller alone,
Cause all of you pushin on my shoulders, is breakin my collar bone,
Tell me why, why am I so misunderstood,
Tell me if this scrutiny I'm under is good,
Why'mi so misunderstood,
The lightning strikes, tell me if the thunder should,
Tell me why, just tell me why,
I've got no fuckin backbone, it feels like I got a slinky there,
I'll grow some fuckin balls, cross my heart, I pinky swear,
But I broke that promise, now I'm a weeping willows face,
I sleep at night, with a headrest but no sleeping pillow case,
I can't sleep at night, ever, so I have to give the pill the power,
And for some reason I dream of a lion, that's dandy to kill a flower,
I see a cow, trying to leap the moon, but sleeps til noon,
Knowing I won't get a shallow grave, but a deep tomb,
Knowing every second it grows near, that grim'll reap soon,
When I do die, is when I'll finally fuckin please the dirt,
Til then this grey headstone is just a tease or flirt,
God never answered my prayer now my knees hurt,
My tired eyes fill up, and my eyelashes, blink away the tear,
And as they drip on my tattoos, I wonder if the ink'll stay smeared,
My salty tears, drip past my cheeks and freeze to my face,
I just wish this fuckin long winter season was erased,
Tell me why, why am I so misunderstood,
Tell me if this scrutiny I'm under is good,
Why'mi so misunderstood,
The lightning strikes, tell me if the thunder should,
Tell me why, just tell me why,
Every little transaction, my hands actin' like my nerves burstin,
If writers block is a street, it seems every curve worstens,
My fuckin life holds nothing but unnecessary, twists and turns,
Over time, battles won and lost, each one of my swollen fist learns,
And they tell me every time, that you won't win every fight,
So I better just grit my teeth with a fuckin heavy bite,
How can I deal, knowing my mental mental will, eventually rusts,
Maybe knowing my mind won't ever settle, its mentally dusts,
And I feel like, no matter what I do, I'm sinking into quick sand,
Burning temper, how much can this weakening wick stand,
And lately I've been soakin up sin like a lake swells a sponge,
That's all good, until it ends and I take hells plunge,
But I'll move on, as clichè as it sounds, I'll listen to my heart,
Stair into the eyes of my lover, looking at the glistening part,
To prove I'm just misunderstood, I'll make sure to list my blunders good,
I'm tired of being misunderstood, I misunderstand your misunderstanding, so tell me...
Tell me why, why am I so misunderstood,
Tell me if this scrutiny I'm under is good,
Why'mi so misunderstood,
The lightning strikes, tell me if the thunder should,
Tell me why, tell me why,
