I like to think that I'm an open bookThat everybody can take a lookBut sometimes it don't seem that wayEspecially not at nightYou can say what you likeI'll be on your side forevermoreI'll give you time, I'll give you spaceSo you can do things in your own sweet wayStill seems that I'm up to no goodMr. MisunderstoodThey say the quiet ones are the worstI'm sure they're right, I'm sure I'm cursedBut no more thanThe rest of the worldI know more than yourselfYour secrets I am never toldFolks like me are worth their weight in goldStill seems that I'm up to no goodMr. MisunderstoodOh, and maybe there ain't no other wayTo get each other through another dayThey say the quiet ones are the worstI'm sure they're right, I'm sure I'm cursedBut no more thanThe rest of the worldI know more than yourselfYou can say what you likeI'll be on your side forevermoreI'll give you time, I'll give you spaceSo you can do things in your own sweet wayStill seems that I'm up to no goodMr. MisunderstoodStill seems that I'm up to no goodMr. MisunderstoodMr. MisunderstoodMr. MisunderstoodMr. MisunderstoodMr. MisunderstoodSo flavorfullyI was some time agoMr. MisunderstoodI guess I'm too young to see hmm!?you