If I could...

Run into the woods where the green faerie stood,
mocking me for the way that I've been strolling along.
Apparently I'm too much of a whore,
but do you really know how I roll?

Just because I open my mouth to blurt out some words,
doesn't mean I'm able to tell the story the way that it's suppose to go.
Even though it sounds like a cop-out,
it's just the real stupidity in my mind.

Being misunderstood is the only thing I really know I can do right.
Maybe if you take the time, you'll find out that sometimes I'm right.
Take your time, take my hand.
Let's walk together through this great divide.