Misunderstood
My tears fall to the ground
Consumed without a sound
This cold wind is always blowing
And I never know where I'm going
Misery and pain
Seem to scream my name
Many teachers don't get it
I'm sick of all the fighting
This gets me nowhere
And no one around me can every truely care
Until they've cried my tears
And witnessed all my fears
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