Under the surface we're all the same. Searching for purpose, hiding from shame I got your letter, it tells me who's to blame. And do you feel better causing me pain, so much pain And I'm sorry I'm not all the things that you want, all the things that you thought I would be I guess I'm not like you, not something your used to, maybe something brand new you've never seen Wish I could read your mind, be part of your kind. I would be if I could... Misunderstood