A lot of people call it history
It's only right to call it my story
Cause I been though a lot
And thought it never stop
With every thing that I got I held on with
Like being taking from my comfort zone to
A total strangers place that they call home
So I put up my guard
Had to ignor my heart
That's when I grew up alot
But now the cost is...
I may have a problem with expressing my opinions
And a million other things I just failed to mention
When ever I cried ain't nobody was there to dry my eyes
Like it was my fault that nobody told me to hold on tight
I'm just misunderstood
Tryna make you love me any way I could
Baby one day you will see
That there's so much more to me
I'm just misunderstood
Do the opposite of what you think I should
So there's nothing else to do
But to live misunderstood
I often think about what it'd be like