Miss Understood When I'm rollin down the street, people stop and stare They don't know what's wrong with me They make a mean face, they don't care They don't take the time to learn They don't know what it's like, it's not fair Why do people act that way They've never spent their life in a chair Miss Understood, I'm just like you, I'm Miss Understood Miss Understood, I'm just like you, I'm Miss Understood

Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.