I'm trying to be misunderstood, but it doesn't do me any good.Loved the way they smiled at me, held that face for eternity, now let them all fly off.When it comes down, it all comes down, and you will not be found.When it's over, it's all over, even if I make a sound.Don't be misunderstood, by the beautiful and good in this city.None of it was planned, take me by the hand, just don't try and understand.Trying to be misunderstood, just a product of my childhood.And still I find myself outside, you can say I haven't tried, perhaps I tried too hard.No excuses, won't apologize, or justify your lies.Come find me, tell them to me, look me in the eyes.Don't be misunderstood, by the beautiful and good in this city.None of this was planned, take me by the hand, just don't try and understand.Can't forgive, sorry to say, you don't know you're guilty anyway.Isn't it funny how we don't speak the language of love?*