Thursday, April 15, 2010

[miss]understood

It is that time in the semester...constantly feeling on edge; on the verge of a complete melt down; panic attacks lurking around every corner. Academia is a beastly monster breathing down our necks. His vile, acidic saliva now slips down our spines. Hence during occasional phases of hysteria, people skills tend to go awol.

Ok, so maybe it's not that bad, but it is pretty close at times. This is just a forewarning, an advanced apology for if we happen to bite your head off in the near future. For the most part, try not take it personally (though this may prove difficult considering it is your head). Instead, take our outbursts/verbal assaults with a grain (or block) of salt and mayhaps we can all try a little more mutual grace this last weeks knowing that this monster can get to even the most resilient of us.


"Don't Let Me Be Understood" -The Animals

Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But don't you know that no one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry
Then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
Because I love you
Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human
Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself long regretting
Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

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