?Misunderstood?

3 o?clock in the night I was weeping

And you thought that I was sleeping

You saw blood pouring out of my hand

And you thought it might have been some accident

You saw me nearby wherever you went

And you thought it was just co-incidence

Day and night you ruled my imagination

And you thought it was just infatuation

Tensed and dumb in front of you I lay

And you thought I got nothing to say

When I needed you I cried in pain

And you thought I was lying again

Hiding my tears I tried to walk tall

And you thought I didn?t cry at all? . . . |?!’|