Dream Theater-Misunderstood
Waiting in the calm of desolation
wanting to break from this circle of confusion
sleeping in the depths of isolation
trying to wake from this daydream of illusion
Chor. How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?
How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?
How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?
If I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood, misunderstood.
It challenges the essence of my soul
and leaves me in a state of disconnection
as I navigate the maze of self control, playing a lion being led to a cage
I turn from a thief to a beggar, from a god to God save me
Chor.
Playing a lion, being led to a cage, I turn from surreal to seclusion
from love to disdain, from belief to delusion
from a thief to a beggar, from a god to God save me
Chor.
(There was also a point when I identified with Papercut by Linkin Park, but I associate that more with depression, honestly).