Misconstrued

Talking heads spin tales of me who i am who i was who i will be the know nothing yet speak volumes and tell just exactly how i'll turn out afterall they know the future afterall they lived through the past feeling worthless, hope you're happy yeah im boring its because of you if you'd ever let me just be myself... i wander around in someone else's shoes following shadows of another's dream world begging for a new begining a fresh slate In rebellion i erase you from the chalkboard of my soul you dont own me im not yours forever im my own man now your senseless ramblings lectures i never needed its no small wonder im missunderstood longingly i reach for hopes that never come to be praying desperately i wish to get past all this when is it my turn to have the ball? brushing it all asside i say im fine i dont care and in reality i dont but its getting to me when was the last time my heart beat right? seems like so long ago that i was understood (workin on it)