Why must i constantly be misunderstood?
treated like a psycho, there's no way i ever could
be the image, you act like you see it,
but really don't care that i could never be it,
never see me for who i am, so strange,
patiently i await the world around me to change,
hours can't be to blame, been kissin from a distance,
all that got me was some kissin to be missin,
if i had the power to make love not feel like war,
i would not know about the bite marks on my arm,
what's more, everything i dream of you got,
when you own that you can act however you want,
so i'm patiently waiting but you're always out of range,
others are hating me cause i wait for others to change,
it's not that i don't care, it's i no longer feel
that the word known as love could ever be real.