I was so used to being misunderstood that when I finally met you I didn't understand what I was thinking; Feeling like I had waited a lifetime, I wasted a lifetime trying to make my lifeline pair with a few deadlines - flat lines...
I was so used to only hearing my own voice that when I finally heard you whisper in my ear I didn't understand how you knew the lyrics to my heart's theme music; Accusing me of opposing sincerity, my adversity was that I was severely impeded by my lack of clarity but here I see what I've been hearing throughout my lifetime, there's more to life - flat lines...
I was so used to being me; a mister.
Under stood Wonder
under My Thunder was
Light flashing
Heights grasping
Sight blindly
I
began to see
you
begin to see
Me be
Imperfect.
I was so used to being misunderstood that when I finally stood...I didn't know if I could... but I knew I would
For you
Who understood.
